and
through
eyes of
cobwebbed
neglect
the ghost of you
watching

and
with shadowy
limbs
reaching
from the mist
of silent
whispers
falling

from
the
voiceless
parting

of rotting lips,
cold and
spider bite
kissed

forever
hushed
by the worm
eaten words
I will not miss

nor will I mourn
their death
in the silences
they keep
in the sleep
of my own ghost
dreaming
I am free

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Poem & photos ©Debbie Berk 2016

Fringe

A new small collection of poetry, prose, fiction and photos is in the works and will be available soon as a free  e-book download and will also be available for purchase as a full color print edition.