In the chamber, dust collects on dreams,
Lost desires whisper through the seams.
Love letters yellowed with time,
Words once fervent now seem like a crime.
Fading photographs on the wall,
Captured moments where shadows fall.
Once vibrant hopes, now ghostly shades,
Mirrors of deception cast enigmatic spells.
A wilted rose waits in a forgotten vase,
Each petal is a token of a vanished grace.
Promises whispered beneath the moon,
Now drift like leaves, a sorrowful tune.
The clock chimes softly, a distant sound,
Reminders of dreams buried underground.
Longings linger like phantom’s sighs,
What was lost cannot be denied.
In the mirror’s reflection, a vacant stare,
Lost desires haunt, a weight hard to bear.
The heart aches for what might have been,
For love unfulfilled, trapped in between.
In empty passageways, the shadows play,
Reminders of what slipped away.
Conversations linger in the air,
While silence echoes, a vacant glare.
The fireplace crackles, its warmth long gone,
Remembrances flicker like the break of dawn.
Once shared moments, now bittersweet tales,
As wandering through the halls of defeat.
With every tear, a wish dissolves,
In the abyss of sorrow, the heart twists.
However, still, mortals chase those fading lights,
In the hollow dark of endless nights.
Lost desires bind like invisible chains,
Each yearning whisper amplifies the pain.
Finally, in the stillness, there lies a spark of darkness,
A flicker of dismay lights up the eternity.
Every heart mourns what’s lost to time,
In the forsaken lore of lost desires,
Among mysterious myths of love and longing,
Forever undisclosed.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
