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
