Creative image created using the effects and images within the editing apps on my ipad Poem © Debbie Berk
From the Grave
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…
It Lingers Like a Ghost
I dreamt of the darkness again, the tears and the struggles, the pain of my own long ago death, of the loss of my innocence to tragedy, betrayal, bloodshed and fear on those many lost days at the hands of a father’s rage and the long hours in the rushed moves in the middle of…
A Haunting Hunger
A Haunting Hunger My mind is a dark abandoned house with battered walls, lonely hallways, sealed secret doors and small cracks through boarded up windows that bleed just enough light for the shadows to feed ©Debbie Berk 2016
Haunted
Yes, I am haunted but I do not mind the ghosts and I’ve grown accustomed to their presence that fills the empty life often leaves, and no, I have no fear of most rather I find a strange kind of safety in their places of never ending mystery that lies in the lessons that…
The Haunted House
This poem and image will appear in the Spring/Summer 2016 issue of The Stray Branch along with a few of my other photos.
Sorrow Opens a Window
Hope left without leaving a note, just the ghosts of words it never spoke but only kept in silent truths tucked neatly away in the shadowy deep corners of a private pain and the quiet of its unheard tears that scream out now like the wind, begging to be let back in 10/6/2015 ©Debbie…
Time Machine
take me back to somewhere in the far away past, somewhere before the monsters came lurking in through the looking glass that shattered ‘neath the weight of so many eyes that bullied me into the blind corners of a darkness unrelenting, held captive in the watchful glares of their haunting hatred, where all I ever saw was…
