Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: darkness

  • Waiting The Night

    Waiting The Night

    Waiting The Night

    Waiting the night with its dark awareness
    The fog descends, dimming the lights and colours
    Restless is my mind wandering in the abstraction
    A whirlpool of nightmares entraps me
    Bound with all disquiet and eagerness
    My mood swings like the several shades of the sky
    Infinite is the darkness keeping majestic secrets
    Hollow is my soul as I lose myself in the wilderness of sorrow
    More than ever, I can rely on my senses of chaos and fear
    Not at all aware of my blank destiny
    Hopes and dreams fade away at the sight of consciousness
    Life is abstractly away like a gleaming star in the universe
    I persist in becoming who I can be
    I persevere in fleeing my obligations and duties
    My soul is dark as the deepest night
    My mind is a victim of a cruel bewilderment
    Floating in the sea of the uncertainty
    I strive to survive, anchoring myself to the beauty of art.
    Esther Racah

  • The Unadorned Truth

    The Unadorned Truth

    The Unadorned Truth

    The unadorned truth hangs from the tree of life
    Dry branches break when facing a gust of wind
    Shivering emotions fluctuate in the ethereal world of the senses
    Far from the common discernment of the reality
    The truth is an inaccessible treasure
    Only time and wisdom can unveil it
    Humbleness is a silent and invisible virtue
    It hides somewhere in the soul
    But the external noise hushes it
    The stars gleam timidly in the dark blue of the night
    When dismay is ineluctable, darkness is my haven
    My heart is in grief and my mind in the obliviousness.
    Esther Racah

  • Crying Out In Pain

    Crying Out In Pain

    Crying Out In Pain

    Crying out in pain, losing myself in the dismay
    Butterflies of sorrows strike my face, and my hair
    I wake up crying out in a dark anguish
    My tears fall gently down my face like shining gems
    I let myself be lulled by the waves of the darkness
    As tragic as my fate is, I cannot surrender to grief
    Hopes are illusions that blind my senses and overcome my wisdom
    Nothing is eternal and indissoluble because everything is perishable
    The enclosure of the mind is an unlimited endeavour
    The presence of a cracked mirror whose reflection is a failure
    The languishment of a senseless life once the grief is overwhelming
    Crying out in pain when I lost every expectation
    I fall into the trap of self-abandonment once the astonishment disappears
    And no wishes can replace my anguish of the decline
    Waiting for that resilience that could let me survive
    While the clouds strive to move against the wind
    I remain bound by an immutable chagrin.
    Esther Racah

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