Forbidden pains stirred in the depths of her soul,
Unspoken whispers, shadows that stole
Her every breath, her every cry,
In the cold abyss where dreams go to die.
She wandered through halls that none dared to tread,
Where the air was thick with things unsaid.
Ghosts of memories shattered and torn,
Clung to the walls like a rose’s thorn.
Her hands reached out to grasp what was lost,
But time had ravaged at too high a cost.
The weight of sins, unspoken and deep,
Bound her in chains too heavy to keep.
In every corner, her soul did strain,
Against the shackle of forbidden pains.
The windows, once bright with a hopeful light,
Now mirrored only the eternal night.
Her voice, a whisper drowned in the wind,
Echoed the loss of all she’d have aligned.
The halls grew tighter, the air grew thin,
Trapped in a labyrinth of guilt and din.
Her heart beat slow, her breath drew fast,
A prisoner to memories that couldn’t last.
She stumbled through visions of what could have been,
Her reflection was a ghost on the glass so thin.
Shattered pieces of who she once was
Lay scattered in fragments, lost in the cause.
Each step she took was a cry of despair,
Forbidden pains whispered through the air.
The portraits wept as she passed by,
Eyes dark as the sorrow in the sky.
The doors creaked open, but none let her flee,
For her past had built the walls of this sea.
No salvation in sight, no escape from the chains,
Only the endless weight of forbidden pains.
At last, she stood on the edge of her fate,
A shadow waiting at the midnight gate.
The stars blinked out one by one,
As her soul unravelled, the thread undid.
Forbidden pains, her eternal refrain,
Echoed forever in sorrow’s domain.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
