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 Late Summer Eulogy
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
Darkness
Words & Image by Debbie Berk, Photos used in this creation are the property of Debbie Berk.
Sacrificing Angels
Sacrificing Angels Barely you survived the flames of your desire emerging from the ruins dumb founded and dazed smoke forming a perfectly darkened halo around you, half drunk, half bruised your singed wings, “what a beautiful tragedy,” and so sweet, the smoldering loss of innocence in the blood offering to the demons and the gods…
Sorrow’s Poem
Sorrow’s Poem I am the wound that weeps and invisibly bleeds I am the dream that cannot wake and the pain that never sleeps I am the doubting hope of darkness deep I am neither ghost nor living caught between worlds, lost without the words to write me home ©Debbie Berk 2016
Anxiety
Anxiety I swallow hard the shaky, awkward silence it goes down like a razor cutting through the safety of my cocoon, opens me to the dizzying darkness, my heart pounding like a wild beast in the cage of my chest while a belly full of raging butterflies explodes within ~ their sharp, heavy wings scrapping my insides eager…
