Sorrow
Sorrow stands magnificently like an imperious marble statue
Haughty and solitary, it does not fear the degeneration due to time
Deep anguish goes inside my bones in a spiritual dismemberment
Once the voluptuousness of the illusions veiled my eyes
And suddenly, it disappears into a thin aura, leaving me unconcealed and helpless
The numbness of sorrow envelops me in a star-quilted veil
And the silence caresses my senses as I lie vulnerable and defenceless
A glimmer of hope illuminates my soul, which lies in the darkness of uncertainty
Shattered dreams and hopes echo like distant memories of a lost past
My gasping soul strives to access the impenetrable world of chimaeras and utopias
Nightmares from the distant past re-emerge furiously like a storm of emotions
An unabashed rush of passions resurfaces from the leaden silence of discontent
More confused than ever, I try to reach out for the stars in the immensity of the universe
In this sorrow, I lie in silence, hiding in the voluptuous world of poetry.
Esther Racah
