Tag: desert

  • The Agony Of Uncertainty

    The Agony Of Uncertainty

    The agony of uncertainty is my dwelling
    It was all I had written on a mirror
    A long sequence of characters
    Which I used to write
    And nothing further
    Forever and never
    I have been lost
    Striving to remember my name and my story
    Since I was born with a great devotion to art
    Such joy should be life
    Once everything has been forgotten with time

    The agony of uncertainty is a tree in the sea
    Where it is possible to be merry
    A moment has come to bear a perceived memory
    Like dreams repeatedly created and destroyed
    Each season and new year
    The time is past and never hides
    Torments are shortened by days and nights
    To avoid suffering and distress
    I might become pleased as I would pretend
    My past life never existed
    Becoming something imaginary

    The agony of uncertainty is a dark forest
    Where the wounds never disappear
    Only memories can unfold
    Looking onward and writing my dreams
    And all those unconcealed secrets
    That the soul keeps as the deepest memories
    The nightmares of the heart are lost in the dark
    The fate of dark stars is entwined in indifference
    The gloom of endless thoughts of sorrow
    Lost forever in a silent emptiness
    Which never dies

    The agony of uncertainty and pain
    Thereupon I move forward through the long desert of death
    Reaching more intention and joy
    My thoughts are made of fears
    Bleeding each time, I became wiser
    No hope was found in the devotion of love
    Instants of lust in the deepest silence
    Fretting about the decay of every bliss
    Dread should last forever in death
    When everything is lost
    The truth is the door of a new consciousness

    The agony of uncertainty and delight
    Always shining in an infinite reality
    My heart is truly sacred
    Beyond deception and mendacity
    Seeking the truth as an insight
    When no choice is granted
    The tears, like fright, lit the earth
    The grief within my soul is still alive
    I should not always be afraid
    Gifted with patience to keep
    My soul is bound to be naive.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Agonies Of Minds

    The Agonies Of Minds

    The Agonies Of Minds

    The agonies of minds
    A desert of souls
    A dagger is breaking memories
    A flame melts endless dreams
    A struggle surrenders silent thoughts
    A devoted promise hesitates perpetually
    A hidden chain is nevermore holding shadows
    An imaginary touch stole emptiness in the unsteady nights
    An immaculate whisper radiates a bright glimmer
    An endless struggle falls into a vibrant dream
    A dreary nightmare flees to an unknown desire
    The mist devours every dazzling marvel
    A wavering murk veils the time
    A surreal world surrenders to the annihilation
    Whilst seeking hidden desires
    Spoils of a radiant instant
    An imaginary cloud encloses every unrevealed secret
    Seeking the distorted images beyond the emptiness
    Which is shrouded in the dazzle of untouched ideas.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Odyssey Into Folly

    An Odyssey Into Folly

    An Odyssey Into Folly

    An odyssey into folly amid the desert of wit and wisdom
    Where the strong blasts of numbness suddenly become hypothetical ideas
    An eternal journey into inanity with endless throwbacks to amnesia and regret
    When patience bursts into flames, emotions swirl in the dizziness of the senses
    Passivity and introspection stand in a motionless gush of hidden secrets
    An abstraction of solitons’ senses drowns into unconsciousness
    The overwhelming enclosure of dreams’ fatalities sinks into abhorrent brutality of shallowness
    A dim glow of a deceitful doozy hides an overshaded kingdom of folly and phlegm.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Lost In The Desert Of My Mind

    Lost In The Desert Of My Mind

    Lost in the desert of my mind

    Wandering nowhere
    In the incertitude of the night
    Time is defeating me silently
    I am keeping myself silent and invisible right now
    Like a quiet breeze coming from the sea
    Every instant is a lifetime
    I need something that pushes me to the edges of my sanity
    Being stuck like a sailboat on a pond
    On a misty day in a dreary autumn
    I am perpetually lost in the desert of my mind
    Detached from the realm around me
    I can finally fall into the deepest and deadliest dream of my life
    Careless about pains and death
    Being aware of the chance of human misery loss.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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