Darkness will fall and all our days gone as cities and histories will burn at the edge of days that will not keep us from slipping into the depravity of a bloody abyss filled like an endless pit of futures forsaken, forgotten by the wind and the rain unable to remember our tears as we…
Worm Hole
Such a fragile fruit, ripe in the arrogance of youth sickly and so easily bruised Spoiled to the core of a bitter existence empty, hiding the sour stink of gooey soft rot with fragrant flower; the allure of the sweet smelling rose masking decomposition within shiny shell Haunted by the ghostly knots of your own…
Drifter
from a darkened past into an even darker future and the days once moving way too slow now moving much too fast and I cannot stop to catch my breath, cannot pull it back from the approaching claws of death ©Debbie Berk 2016 debbieberk.com
I love the storms
how they remind me of you the way you loved with such passionate fury, your dedicated destruction, your comforting calm as the wind in your wings grew weary and you lay breathless where new seeds planted you and you were rooted there in the promising dreams that kept you for a time distant the thunder…
