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…
Why So Dark?
because the night is dark the world is dark and darkness is dark because life and love has been dark and left me alone too many nights a hostage in a tiny dark room dark as my heart and I am broke and broken as the dark of my darkness unable to afford the ransom…
Shiver
The dawn cracks light breaks me open again in the winter of your love as you touch me like the cold hold me shatter my soul enter as you leave me inside out all shadow and alone empty me ’til I return to the memory of whole in the darkness of a season to…
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…
