Dark as the night the moon in her eyes and poetry in her veins all mystery and bold a warrior and fallen angel full of pain an untamed spirit like a gypsy she roams letting her dreams guide the way, finds redemption in the words, lets them speak until the loss and the ache of…
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…
Dark Valentine
My dark distant, melancholy dreamer raven on your shoulder and the night muse whispering in your ear as the moon beckons pick up your quill reach deep into the ghost of your longing, wake and break the spell of your enchanted sleepers open the scar, deep as the grave keeper of the heart and a never…
Butterfly
Fly leave darkness far behind, kiss the ghosts goodbye Fly Butterfly, fly and I’ll see you on the other side of this death. new flesh so do not cry but Fly Butterfly, fly on these dying wings of hope to new life reaching high so just fly, yes Fly keep flying my…
To Feed The Dead
Reaching into the abyss reaching back with fingertips stained black as the night of this lost soul searching the shadows of the dark for a warm beating heart only to return all the more cold all the more empty and my restless ghost all the more hungry © Debbie Berk
Of War And Prophecy
Darkness will fall and all our days gone as cities and histories will burn at the edge of days that will not keep us from slipping into the depravity of a bloody abyss filled like an endless pit of futures forsaken, forgotten by the wind and the rain unable to remember our tears as we…
Drifter
from a darkened past into an even darker future and the days once moving way too slow now moving much too fast and I cannot stop to catch my breath, cannot pull it back from the approaching claws of death ©Debbie Berk 2016 debbieberk.com
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…
