These are the dying whispers of our final days as the sun hangs low – slipping into the darkness below and we wear December’s ghost to fashion the dead with grim decay written into the ages, our time kissed faces dreaming from the not so distant grave Poem/Image ©Debbie Berk August 7, 2016
Reality
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Darkness
Words & Image by Debbie Berk, Photos used in this creation are the property of Debbie Berk.
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In a Dream
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Remembering my dad today,
It’s hard to believe you’ve been gone eight years now. It’s true, you left me with a lot of scars and yet you could never fully kill the love I keep in my still mending heart for you……
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4/14/2016
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This Is A Poem
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The Devouring
Trapped in this dark space soul lost to an even darker fate and time moves like a slow curse in the belly of the ever ravenous worm the watchful predator with a devoted kind of sickness, mad and twisted like love stalking its prey, waiting in the silent shadows to collect what is owed, eager…
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The Night The Darkness Would Not Die
Words & Image ©Debbie Berk 2016 / www.debbieberk.com /debbiedberk@gmail.com
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Morbid…
Photo / Poem by Debbie Berk
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Ode to the Pretty Poets
So eloquently their eyes mirror empty and yes, we are told that this is what beauty really is and that to suffer is to truly live so we ignore our own deaths get lost in their depths and praise being lost in the nowhere places of the nothingness spaces we long to call home if…
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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.
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No wind or wing but only a hope and a dream…
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