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,…
This Existence
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…
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
