I wear your name like the fading memory of a cheap tattoo and as I trace these jagged lines, curse the sloppy ink I am reminded of only the regret there is nothing here I wish to keep lest of all the grief 2/10/2019 ©Debbie Berk 2019 Not sure where this poem came from, it…
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…
Eulogies of Love
The words, they come like memory distant as the dawn waking within dreams whispering like grief and again the sorrows speak remembers the shadows that do not sleep, restless and deep in their longings black as the night where even the black birds weep for the ghosts already gone and still those yet to be…
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……
