Dust And Deception
Dust and deception is all I have left
Everything I built became dust
Everything I dreamt of became a deception
Nothing remains in my heart
Which is aiming to gleam like the stars in the night
Blank is my mind like the dark void
Which is not able to rebuild a castle made of dreams
Disquiet is my mind so engaged in anxiety and haste
As soon as I perceive the light of a new hope
It crumbles to pieces like a crystal bowl
Hence suspended in a spasmodic expectation
I am lured to the cynicism as a peeled orange
Which will wither with the time
And while I am captivated by regrets and discomforts
Life flies like a rushing torrent amid a quiet forest.
Esther Racah