Tag: dimness

  • Silent Lamentations

    Silent Lamentations

    Silent lamentations pleaded the night sky,
    Once, no hope could have been secured in the valley of hollowness and death.
    Lurking beneath the horizon, the stars complied with each illusion,
    Far away from the trees of wisdom and consciousness.

    In this forsaken realm where darkness swallowed all the light,
    The land lay silently barren, touched by neither dawn nor night.
    The moon, a waning spectre in the vault of gloom,
    Drifted above ancient ruins, where stillness was taken for granted.

    Amidst the skeletal remains of what once was alive,
    The whispers of despair through the cold wind contrived.
    Every rustle of the leaves, every sigh of the wind,
    Recounted forgotten tales and unfulfilled pleas.

    The shadows stretched beyond, their shapes entangled with the mist,
    Draping in the memories of those who still were resilient.
    Their voices mirrored faintly, like relics of a dream,
    Lost in the chasm where no hope dared to gleam.

    In this valley of despair where time itself was motionless,
    The night sky’s silent lamentations fell gently, a reflection of a frigid blizzard.
    Stars that once were loyal guides through the darkened night
    With time, they became spectral remnants swallowed by the blight.

    In this void of silent cries, no delight could have been found,
    An eerie trance of glooms cast no consoling sound.
    Archaic trees, gnarled and twisted, stood as silent guardians of woe,
    Their branches narrated fairytales of sorrow and decay that only the dark could have known.

    Beneath this veil of endless night and desolate atmosphere,
    Longings were but a distant memory, lost in infinite despair.
    In the senseless embrace of the abyss where dimness lay in wait,
    The night sky grieved for dreams that could never have been escaped,
    Forgotten tales and unfulfilled supplications.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • I Forgot How To Smile

    I Forgot How To Smile

    I forgot how to smile
    In this world of pain and disguise
    Masks and phantoms are all around
    Barely pretending to unleash the truth
    When mirrors reflect sparkling golden and silver bonds

    I forgot how to be free
    Not falling into beautified traps with magnificent ceilings
    Listening to the real sound of the wind
    Whenever I breathe the fresh air of solitude
    Dizzy and bewildered in a maze of deception and pitfalls

    I forgot how to fly
    And cover my eyes with the leaves of souvenirs
    Forgetting my name and the soil where I walk on
    Nonsense should be my wisdom
    Until I recognise the beauty of invisibility

    Claustrophobic fears deceive me
    Erasing all the strength I own
    Striving to filter the misery in the lake where I drown
    Silently closing my eyes so that I don’t cry anymore
    Choking in a narrow way where I forgot how to scream

    In the ethereal, unending, and eternal quest
    I seclude myself in the abyss of silence and invisibility
    Unconscious and reckless like a crystal in the deepness of the sea
    No shadows or mirrors are my acquaintances
    With no difference between the day and night

    I forgot how to forget
    Whilst fleeting the shallow castles of idiocy and phenomenon
    Waiting for the paper cards to fold and burn in the fire of fairness
    Once more and forever ignoring the ominous dread of depravity
    Standing like a small leaf falling on the cold soil of the oblivion

    I might have forgotten the slumber of my joyful days
    When I lived in the unconsciousness of my thoughts
    Confident that my soul would be delighted forever in the dimness of the betrayal
    Believing that the toxic clasp of doom would have enlightened my life
    Having become captive to a terrible spectre

    I forgot how to smile with a blank mind and closed eyes
    I might have been able to travel far away
    Once and for all, in the idiosyncratic of my imagination
    Deluding myself in glares and wonders
    When after all, I dwell in a dark hollow, I claim to be my fortress.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • In The Darkness Of The Night

    In The Darkness Of The Night

    In the darkness of the night
    The stars shone down on sand walls
    And there shall remain black clouds
    Beneath open flames on a dark sky
    Which set fire to ashes
    The sun shone from over a place above
    In search for every fear in its glare
    Its light slowly descended upon me
    It might still be very cold
    As a dream was born one thousand times

    In the darkness of the night
    The night-at-midnight hesitated
    And I was in the darkness
    It was so loud that words could not depict
    My eyes and my heart were locked
    Although it was still beautiful and sublime
    This dream was never the same
    A shadow burnt my heart
    Each moment the soul was torn
    A desire was claimed for each cry

    In the darkness of the night
    I have discovered my dreams
    I thought they were all unattended
    The dimness endured and stayed
    The memories disappeared in the dawn
    When the sky hung with the stars
    Auburn leaves lit the wind
    The beauty of the glow dwelt in the secret of a dream
    The memories of the tomorrow were gone astray

    In the darkness of the night
    I saw a dream I had to remember
    But it was too late
    And even though the vision came again
    I felt only silence and desolation
    Happiness seemed lost, never to return
    A doomed prospect waited at the gate
    With fluorescent glow and deceitful attire
    Tangled in a shining glass made of illusions
    Life is a moment of sheer consciousness

    In the darkness of the night
    My eyes have no reply
    I wonder and doubt not
    As I break the stage of time
    The secret echoes tingle
    I wonder why I need an end to change
    These scars will alter just for all I know
    The light is known as the glow of the clouds
    The silence has a final touch because there is no one to wait
    Strolling in the sky, I disappear as a faint glimmer of light.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Gloomy Skies

    Gloomy Skies

    Gloomy skies and oceans of white
    I could never hear my dreams
    Still so lonely but not always alive
    My memories must be everywhere
    For the rain came upon me
    And all night was gone
    I was lost and now moved
    No hope on earth
    On my path, too many forms of dreams appeared
    As the most divine knowledge

    Gloomy skies were phoney and shady
    The sun was hot and grey
    With its silver hues that fly high
    I could not hear my voice all around me, like in a memory
    A thoughtful life’s beauty should now come
    Gone forever as life departs
    The sky was long and sad
    Winter morning dew and clouds
    Massive waves for a new day
    Specks of snow were all around

    Gloomy skies have fallen apart
    Clouds bloomed to ascend
    The wind left behind one of the branches of a hollow tree
    My heart kept moving fast with no sweet delight
    A small flower was pierced by a pale morning
    A shade came in haste
    I could see the dimness of the day
    My dread had disappeared like an ordinary river
    Falling into the clouds, I was gone
    And there was no time to be silent in the shadow

    Gloomy skies were hidden behind a blaze
    Tears became sweet like myrtle
    A dark and dreary day has trapped me
    The clouds were so thick and heavy
    It felt like they were suffocating the world below
    I couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow
    Everything looked dull and lifeless
    As the world had been drained of all its colour
    The rain continued to fall, and the clouds slowly began to break apart
    I felt a sense of longing and a shrug of resignation

    Gloomy skies falling like raindrops
    The rain made everything glisten and sparkle
    The sound of the drops smashed the soil
    And everything seemed to slow down
    Despite the darkness and the sadness
    I took a moment to pause and reflect, to gather my strengths for brighter days ahead
    The gloomy skies reminded me that even in the darkest of times
    There is always a glimmer of light waiting to shine through a forgotten dream
    The very memories run when not everything has become a fair and loving thought
    And the fear of happiness remains as some divine benefit flies away.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Subliminal Paresis Of My Soul

    The Subliminal Paresis Of My Soul

    The subliminal paresis of my soul
    Oblivion is the poesy of mind
    Vanity and treasures are the paroxysms of nullity
    I began to strive for my hopeless dreams
    Without any intention of conquest
    Disconnected from useless inquiry
    Disintegrated is my soul
    Split in multiple fragments
    In a life hanging by a thread
    The hallucinations devastate me
    Falling into a sunken world
    With the purpose of spoiling every hope of mine
    Transforming constantly into some new shape
    Like an amorphous entity

    The subliminal paresis of my soul
    Shrinking in an unloveable world
    I never felt so nonsensical and translucent
    Like the death inside space
    The universe’s beauty is an image of my thoughts and beliefs
    My spiritual visions are a reflection of the dimness of my imagination
    Nothing but the wisdom of emptiness in the eternity
    Without any proper understanding of the occurrences will happen
    In the needlessness of lives
    Many exquisite moments and memories are forgotten forever
    I will become unknown as I never existed
    Forsaken in a mean destiny
    Time continues to fail inquisitively serene
    Rejecting the day’s eternal night

    The subliminal paresis of my soul
    The blinking of the time passing incessantly
    There is no reason I would not suffer indifference
    Though my mind is pure as well as my heart
    I will always mourn the mediocrity of the material objectification
    That should be a secret of mine
    But I will always express myself until I breathe at the very last
    The truth could be the world’s treasure rather than a shameful blame
    Not too smart enough to sugarcoat the horrid and havoc
    At the end of the eternity
    I will never get lost in another’s perspectives
    As I am changeless and immutable in my perpetual unpredictable disposition
    Nothingness and void are my welcomed companions
    In the darkness of the nights
    When the silence hushes my breath, I shut my eyes, sorrowful.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Oppressive Dreams

    Oppressive Dreams

    Oppressive Dreams

    A dismal gloom of oppressive dreams creates unendurable torments of dark agonies
    Descending nightmares of lost illusions were once mere visions of vague hopes
    The sovereignty of dimness overshadows every small delight
    A sweet slumber captivates faded souls
    An inert gloom pervades the aether
    A gilded hope swirls in the obscureness
    Like a fragment shining in the space
    An imaginary murk encloses an unknown secret shrouded by a dark haze
    Seeking the distorted perceptions beyond the emptiness
    A surreal world surrenders to the time
    Spoils of a radiant instant chase a hidden desire
    As soon as an unsteady mist veils eternity.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Bleak Mirage

    A Bleak Mirage

    A Bleak Mirage

    A bleak mirage of dazzling light
    Beyond imagination and illusion
    There is a world without dimensions
    Where stardust sparkles perpetually
    And everything is a mirage
    Hallucinations and nightmares feed on corrupted fantasies
    Everything is delusion
    Dismay cannot save
    A peaceful resignation is a key to survival
    For those spirits who dare to live
    Apathy and weakness fill the universe of the dead souls
    Chaos dwells in the eternity of an instant
    Dimness flourishes in the mystery of existence
    Ethereal and eternal is the realm of dreams
    Light and darkness merge into the abyss of the concealed and secret universe.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • In The Dimness Of My Dreams

    In The Dimness Of My Dreams

    In The Dimness Of My Dreams

    In the dimness of my dreams
    I can be free, and I find my own place
    A place which is mine and mine only
    A place that is inaccessible and secret
    In this utopia, I can lose all my fears
    And I don’t have to pretend to conform to any custom
    Because this illusory and concealed haven is in my mind
    The infinite shades of words and colours give form to unusual artworks
    In this hideout, I can create my art and poetry
    It gives me hope to enlight my life
    Obliterating every source of anguish
    Hence I let my strength be my guidance
    And I let my mind wander in the garden of the intuitions.
    Esther Racah

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