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…
Lullaby
Lullaby Drifting in and out of the fog of a shadowed sleep, sirens serenading the night racing like a fading pulse in the distance but I am already too close to leaving my ghost to its dreaming to give resistance slowing breaths to a haunting whisper emergency lights scream no more than a whimper and…
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
The Night The Darkness Would Not Die
Words & Image ©Debbie Berk 2016 / www.debbieberk.com /debbiedberk@gmail.com
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…
