Dead blooms scattered across the forgotten tombs and in the shadows the raven looms keeping watch over the forsaken and the lost here in the land of many sorrows and doom… Poem/Photo ©Debbie Berk
Poe to His Lost Loves
You were the poetry I wrote, my longing in every word to summon the shadow of your fading heart lost to that forever sleep of darkness that has hardened me and left me here in the most empty, loneliest parts within my pleading ghost to be healed of these eternal hurts, desperate to cure death…
