The garden of despair was the realm of my heart
Where not a single day would have passed without a cry, a sob, and a sigh
Flowers would bloom every time a year of despair would moisten their petals
And a ghoul would appear in its ethereal appearance
So, I relied on this wonderful and fantastic alcove
To release all my phantoms of the past and all my fears of the future
I was wandering among the tall flowers with their huge thorns
Thorns that oftentimes would pierce my heart
Hence, my heart bled and made crimson every flower of the garden of despair
Whilst the absolute silence surrounded me
As there was absolutely no way to hear the celestial voices of the stars
In a moonless and raven sky made of obsidian gems
Encircled by the shadows of the night
I followed the cold wind of solitude
To discover my true essence and hidden treasures
Teardrops of sorrow stroke my face enlightening me with their glow
I had no direction to follow or a place to dwell
I felt confused and astonished at the same time
Because I couldn’t believe I was living in a surreal world
Where there was no reality but only absurdities
An intangible refuge adrift in nowhere was my new home
A sanctuary where emptiness was celebrated
And castles were made of illusion and deception
Where forsaken dreams lingered among the clouds
Every thought of mine vanished and I couldn’t remember anything
As I became invisible and ephemeral like a tiny snowflake
And I didn’t exist anymore because my body faded as I’d never lived before
Crossing veils of mist and glooms that dissolved at my touch
I fell into the dungeon of the abyss of my mind
The garden of despair created by my own imagination
A realm of intangible melancholy and decadence
A world doomed never to exist.
Elisabetta
