In this living that is not…

all that is left of the sacred
are the sorrows
lost to the mourning shadows
of shame in the deep wounds
of knowing of no tomorrows
to come, of hearing no callings
of death beyond,
no voices of hope, not one
to welcome us home
but only the silence of a
whispered prayer
screaming into the empty
bones of all our gone ghosts

2/20/2017 ©Debbie Berk

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