Hopeless
Hopeless as I feel
I perceive the emptiness of the dreams I didn’t realise
Because it was arduous to believe in them
Hence I have nothing to say but spare written words
Words that keep me alive and conscious
Nothing else is worthy of consideration
Nothing else is worthy of belief
Indeed every trust and hope is gone
And I live a lifeless existence made of aborted dreams
Dreams which are never going to be born
It is too complicated to achieve something in this life
It is too arduous to carry this burden alone
Pleasures are just an illusion of the mind
There are only sorrow and exhaustion
I am senseless and apathetic
Being surrounded by books and scattered notes
As I realise my inner silence
I can only succumb to the heaviness of their countless words
There is a lot to discover in ourselves
It is up to us to seek our inner peace and happiness
Many reasons give us the life we own
Few reasons can be intelligible
Since most of them are inexplicable
Although sometimes I feel hopeless, I rejoice in it
Indeed, I wouldn’t exist without my crushed dreams.
Esther Racah
