Delightful anguish hid behind a mask of twisted delight,
A paradox that ensnared the heart,
Casting a spell on those who attempted to escape the dismay,
The pain, exquisite, wrapped around the spirit,
Familiar yet haunting in its embrace,
Filling the void with a tender sadness.
Each moment of sorrow disguised in beauty,
Where despair changed into torment,
The gleaming mirth intertwined with grief,
Crafting melodies that resonated in the void,
A haunting hymn that played on repeat,
A serenade of loss and longing intertwined.
Faces appeared in fleeting visions,
Their wicked grins shone bright and dimmed by time,
In their presence was a savoured longing,
Each memory became a bittersweet reminder,
Of what was cherished and what slipped away,
The delicate balance of joy and pain.
In quiet moments, the weight of the past descended,
A heavy curtain draped over the spirit,
Each sigh was loaded with the scent of regret,
A heady mixture of nostalgia and sorrow,
Delightful anguish blossomed in the heart’s chamber,
Nurtured by tears that fell like rain.
Shadows danced along the gloomy walls,
Revealing fragile scraps of emotion thriving in darkness,
In this sanctuary of sorrow,
Pain transformed into captivating masterworks,
Allowing the heart to embrace its contradictions,
Finding beauty in the ashes of despair.
Eventually, delightful anguish lingered,
A monument to the complexity of mortal emotions,
A reminder that even in sorrow, beauty thrived,
The prom continued, a timeless waltz,
Of loss and longing, forever entwined,
A bittersweet journey through the maze of the heart.
Delightful anguish wove through each thought,
Entwining past and present in a delicate embrace,
Where memories shimmered like fleeting stars,
Creating a tapestry of love and loss,
Illuminating the shadows with soft light,
A reminder that beauty flourished amidst sorrow.
In the quiet, hope flickered like a candle,
Embracing the fragility of existence,
An echo of resilience, whispering softly,
That even in darkness, love found a way,
To mend the fractured soul, weaving grace.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
