Existence Is...(When It's All Gone to The Dogs)

It's the nothing days and the endless nights,
the hours that crawl, the tossing and turning,
the heavy eyes needing yet refusing sleep

It's the darkness and how even the moon seems to weep
It's the silence, the loneliness that leaves me cold

And it's the annoyance of the dog who lays, happy at my feet,
shakes an otherwise quiet bed by scratching, licking his balls
then coming up for a kiss, tail wagging, wanting out for a piss

And it's the passing by of mirrors on the way to the door
exposing a reflection growing old that makes me question existence,
the how, the why, when did it all come to this?

It's the overwhelming emotion that comes over me, the sorrow that
leaves me empty, believing that as annoying as he often is
this dog is truly my only friend

It's the moments later, back in my bed when the tears come as I pat his head,
and silently pray the mercy of death......

July 1st, 2009 Debbie Berk

Poetry

Premonition

Somewhere hidden
in the quiet
of this nervous calm
something sinister
waits
to wake......
the chaos
of a haunting
noise
that lingers for now
only the worried
whisper
of a maddening
hush
of ghosts......
that rise and hover
__Mysterious
in the heavy fog
of this shy light
moving slowly
through an eerie
stillness__
as a Warning
of the Darkness
that is to come......

11/04/09 Debbie Berk

Before Sleep The Dreamer Dreams

Passing like a swift breeze
we hang our dreams high
and bury our hopes deep
that we may someday reach,
dig our way to the stars
before we are one with the worm
and there is only bare earth
to hold the shadow of our bones,
only stone to remember the name
of our ghost......

9/05/09 Debbie Berk