Shadows stir and seasons shift time moves ’til all is mystery and mist and memory ever distant, all truths becoming subject to myth 6/19/2020 ©Debbie Berk 2020
The Sacred Souls Of Darkness
A full, blood moon, sipping my witch’s brew trying to conjure a bit of magick from these wounds as the ravens swoon, whispering to me the secrets of all their darkest, most beautiful and haunting truths while they offer me comfort, insight and maybe even a little healing too July 8 2020 © Debbie Berk…
A Night Without Mercy
An apocalyptic moon, ravens on a leaky roof and a dark rain pouring through the ruins of these dilapidated hopes, a shelter that never truly was as the darkness devours the frailty of truths with the deep hunger of wounds ever in need of a soul to feed on, watching without mercy the tender flesh…
Unheard
The Empty of words speaking the deeper hurts of all that remains unspoken, Unheard No rhyme, no reason, no message or meaning just endless time rewind, pause collect the losses scream the silences, hush the truths keep the darkness hid accept the lie that this too is a gift that to survive is to surrender…
Returning, the Shape of Scars
Slow motion moving backwards back slow, slowly slower slip slipping deep, deeper deep into the abyss welcomed by ghosts of the past, sung a twisted lullaby & cradled by the brutal arms of a future dark “welcome home child, welcome home” 2/12/2020 ©Debbie Berk
Ancestry
Words and photo ©Debbie Berk
Ghost
” I die a little more each day and there are parts of me that have already begun to decay “
Circle of sorrows
I wear your name like the fading memory of a cheap tattoo and as I trace these jagged lines, curse the sloppy ink I am reminded of only the regret there is nothing here I wish to keep lest of all the grief 2/10/2019 ©Debbie Berk 2019 Not sure where this poem came from, it…
New Poetry Collection
New collection of poems now available on Amazon Season and Shadows by Debbie Berk
The Wingless Bird
From the creative mind of an insomniac… a digitally edited drawing of mine and the poem that inspired her. She calls herself Turdy Bird because she’s tired and feels like shit! I’ve become like a large and wingless bird trapped here in this over crowded nest too fat to…
