Peace Instead

by Ben Pickard   Oct 21, 2019

When morning broke, I found myself alone,
And not a trace of you was left behind.
What once was lush and green is made of stone,
And all my hopes have fled or died or flown.
What once was pure has now no cure
And flesh has turned to bone.

Beneath the rainbow's far-flung arching hues,
We found a pot of gold that gave such wealth,
But now the sunlight never drys the dew,
And only weeds will grow where roses grew.
So now you're gone, I hear a song
That deafens me anew.

If I could shape the past and start afresh,
These lungs would cease to draw such ragged breaths.
If love was yours and mine forevermore,
My heart would not have cracked before my death.
I set my course for loveless lands
And wish for peace instead.


Ben Pickard 2019


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  • 1 year ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Dealing with the loss of a loved one can seems insurmountable with pain that seems unending but peace does come eventually with time. Another compelling beautiful poem. .Milly x

  • 1 year ago


    Ben, I too am glad that it was Nominated! Eloquent, to say the least, rhyming in perfect timing, it had to come from one who has experienced the sorrow, and loneliness that accompanies a broken heart.
    All the best!

    • 1 year ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks, Ken - good to hear from you. I do hope you're keeping well.

  • 1 year ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Ben I love the title and everything else that comes after. Peace, was there ever peace or will there be peace ever. I ask myself that every day and sadly the answer is no. Not in this world we are living in perhaps a hidden land somewhere. This write touched me. Glad to see nominated. All the very best as ever

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