The echoes of solitude lingered like ghosts,
Each sigh was a reminder of what was permanently lost.
In the chambers of silence, where memories faded,
I traced the soft outlines of illusions that betrayed.
Once passionate and secure, my heart knew no bounds,
However, in the quiet, the many storms overwhelmed around.
The walls whispered secrets of sorrow and pain,
Recounting the moments where hope met disdain.
Each creak of the floorboard evoked a haunting voice from the past,
Telling of fables and merriments that couldn’t last.
The portraits that hung on the walls seemed to cry,
Reflecting my longing, my wish to defy.
In the heart of the stillness, where time lost its touch,
I wandered through memories; my heart could not heal from the clutch.
The enigmas became entangled, too complex to feel,
A web of lost moments, no truth to reveal.
I spoke to the shadows, confided my fears,
Revealing the heartache that flowed like my tears.
Indeed, in this embrace of the silent abyss,
I found a strange comfort, a longing for bliss.
For solitude wrapped me in a stone mansion,
Where the flowers of anguish began to flourish without caution.
In the stillness, I pondered the paths that I chose,
And the weight of my sorrow, a delicate prose.
Each echo was a lesson, each silence a melody,
In the chasms of my solitude, I found serenity.
Though the world outside faded into the mist,
In the meadows of solitude, I found my true bliss.
But even in happiness, a cloud remained,
A reminder of all that could never be tamed.
For solitude’s comfort is an ephemeral glimpse at best,
A fleeting illusion that cannot bring rest.
And so I remain, a soul intertwined,
Among echoes of solitude, lost to the mind.
Surrounded by the quietude, I drift like the night,
Searching for peace, yet bound to the light.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
