Cried And Bled

by Ben Pickard   Mar 27, 2020

For thee I'll daub this poet's pen
in tar that marks the harpy's den
In tar that interrupts the flow
of words that chime and love that grows
For only then will truth abound -
with darkened light and absent sound -
with lies all broken 'pon the deck
I'll sink with pride upon this wreck
Mine eyes have suffered long and sunk
so here I stand and now debunk
the myth that bad precedes the good -
I never knew or understood -
that what is done is ever done
and what is lost cannot be won
No flame will light, no warming glow,
but thou will die and always know
that in due course, despite the breeze -
despite the frost and fallen leaves -
I came to thee with arms outspread
and with remorse, I cried and bled.


Ben Pickard


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  • 2 months ago

    by Courtney Hough

    Well I can see why this is a win. ABSOLUTELY breathtaking. It has such a nice rhythm to it. As I’m sitting here listening to the rain crashing down this poem was in such a beautiful setting I could really enjoy.


  • 2 months ago

    by Scott Cole

    Awesome man I love it

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks, Scott. Much appreciated

  • 2 months ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Hello Ben,
    It's been an age since I've read a poem the like of this. Outstanding!

    You are in fine health, I trust, Tony.

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Lovely of you to say, Tony. All well here, thank you. The best to you.

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