Strange
Empty
Anguished
I wandered through the void, searching for myself
But never finding myself
In the illusion that I too could touch my dreams and bury my fears
Exhausted
Without strength
I tried to reach the infinite
But all I got as a reward was the abyss of my destruction
I could see different fragments of my soul
As if I were made of multiple creatures
Memories echoed as I was overwhelmed by the ocean of absence
Obliterated by my own dreams
Dazed by the night sky where the stars were gleaming ferociously
I lost all purpose in my existence
Wandering aimlessly in the labyrinth of darkness
Where flowers of fear blossomed
While my heart was striving to beat
Since an eternal numbness captivated my senses
Hollow sparks of ineptitude inflamed the candles of my modest dwelling
I could hear them
I could hear my ghastly memories call my name like howls in a fierce storm
No one could perceive them but me
Strange
Empty
Anguished
I could not see any horizon anymore
Such was the haze surrounding me
A bizarre peculiarity in a realm with no past or future
The cold blizzard knocked my windows impetuously
An unwelcome and unexpected guest
Among the copious phantoms inhabiting my little insensate world
Where fantasy was endless as well as my infinite dreams
Legends of vanished stars and withered blossoms
I dared no longer to visit those abodes of viciousness
Belonging finally only to my concealed past history
And the night penetrated the old wall stones of my ancient hearth
Depleting me of any power to dissuade myself from falling into illusions
I faded again and again into the darkness of night
As I was a tiny speck of infinity
While the ocean waves touched the luminaries
In a game of shadows and glares.
Elisabetta Esther