Drops Of Despair
Drops of despair fall like flower petals
Life is like an endless staircase
More I learn, and more I am conscious of my unawareness
Wandering in the dark labyrinth of the memories
Where I can hear the echoes of my fears and struggles
Ignoring the future as it is a surrealistic entity
I decided that my past and my present don’t belong to me
Indeed I will not be a slave of the time
And I will let the waves of chaos take me away
Although the deterioration of my dreams distresses me
I cannot avoid the dimness of my delusions
And I endure the endless loss of every expectation.
Esther Racah
