Sucked into the void ~ Debbie Berk 2020
the Truth
is not meant to be soft as a kitten’s paws, no the truth has much bigger, sharper claws often leaving deep puncture wounds within you as it whispers ”fuck your feelings,” coming like a harsh light of burning reality 6/19/2020 ©Debbie Berk 2020
New artwork
Drawn digitally on iPad with iPencil. Edited with filters and other digital tools and effects.
A far away dreamer
you’ll never reach her, she’s long on her way to touch the stars, free amidst the darkness, only the love of the moon can keep her 7/11/2020 ©Debbie Berk 2020
I Cry
for the days lost and for the knowing no change comes in the tomorrows I cannot seem to reach though I try, yes I try but I am tired so very, very tired July 3 2020 © Debbie Berk 2020
Cater-fly
half caterpillar and half butterfly I am mostly darkness with a little bit of light and just enough hope to believe that still it may be possible to fly in spite of these foreboding and ever turbulent skies 6/4/2020 © Debbie Berk 2020
Sheep
All I see are sleep walking sheep over fed, their bellies full of lies following obediently and blindly the path that leads to their own demise 5/23/2020 © Debbie Berk 2020
Sleep
All as it would seem but a blur of a distant dream, a woke reality just beyond our reach, lost in the ever darkness of the seduction of sleep 5/28/2020 ©Debbie Berk 2020
The hours
confess their longings in the loneliness of a mournfull song, their sorrows sung and spun like a black widow’s web where their hopes are hung like a slow suicide as silken threads ensnare the watchful fly caught like a shadow in the corner of one eye and the hours go by confessing still their dreams,…
