The Ghosts My Father Saw

Always the curious child,
frightened and yet fascinated by the mystery of you
I remember the many times
I crept into rooms that held only you,
overheard conversations with yourself
that caused me to wonder, worry about your sanity
yet in my innocence I reasoned away the nagging questions,
was often happy to play along as you made it a game
of hiding from the voices,
the entities that hunted you
inside and outside our windows, door and walls
that only you could see, only you could hear
At times I even felt jealous,
wishing I could hear them, see them too
Oh how I tried but I didn't have eyes, ears like you I guess,
couldn't see, hear the ghosts that visited only you in the dark places
of your torment, lost to the shadows of your broken mind
that left within me a scar of jagged uncertainty,
a reality sketchy at the edges of your imaginary world

5/21/09 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