Waiting for my dreams to wither like dry flowers
Constantly sinking into the oblivion of sadness and dizziness
Unaware of what could happen to my soul
Having lost every hope to save my dreams
Finding my sweet haven in my darkest grief
Slowly avoiding thinking and surrendering to the course of my vicious fate
I let the ocean waves swallow me into the chasms of unconsciousness
To avoid seeing the reflection of my memories in mirrors of shady dismay
The silence of the night lulled me to a deep slumber where I finally could feel peace and gaiety
My idle heart became a frozen stone full of sand and dust
Whilst I wandered in the desolate forest of my fears
Waiting for my dreams to be my only consolation
For I was aware of the evanescence of the stars gleaming in the night sky
Indeed, every single anguish of mine became a tiny leaf that the cold breeze lifted away from my gaze
So quickly was flowing my existence like a tumultuous river that I lost the sense of time
And I remained therefore languid in a garden without flowers or trees
A garden of darkness and shadows where no mortal could find me
My foremost hideaway in which I could flee the hideous threats from the world of reality
I didn’t pay attention to the consequences of my enchanted illusions
Dread and cynicism accompanied me at every step as unwelcome and unavoidable guests
Secrets were locked within me and only nonsense was guiding me in the eternal gloom of my seclusion
In vain I strove to reach out to the moonlight
Nevertheless, I had been cast away too far
Surrounded by nothing but loneliness and bleakness
I was left crying tears made of madness and turmoil.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: dream
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Waiting For My Dreams
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The Kingdom Of Paradoxes And Absurdities
The kingdom of paradoxes and absurdities was the place where bullying and arrogance reigned supreme, sovereign over vulgarity and stupidity. They wallpapered the walls of every place that held court in such a realm.
Anything that could be imagined was both unreal and real at the same time. It could exist or not exist. Absurdity, however, was the master of the place. Thus, everything my logic deemed possible was tangible and predictable. In truth, it could neither take place nor be actualised in such sovereignty.
I cannot say that I was dreaming, nor can I say that I was awake. In a state of shock and surrender of my ego, I could no longer even discern whether I was daydreaming or hallucinating. All I could say was what my sensations and perceptions made me feel in every part of my soul and heart, in every part of my body.
Although I had firmly decided not to bend to the will of others, not to bow down or worship the conventions imposed on me persistently, I fell into a deadly trap—a kind of imprisonment, a state of captivity from which I could not free myself. Invisible chains that I felt and perceived in my body and heart held dominion over my life and my way of thinking.
My jewellery box had been plundered. All my secrets had been revealed by indiscreet tongues. And my protection had vanished. It was as if I had become a defenceless flower in the midst of a threatening desert.
I had to say goodbye to my version of myself, which was no longer alive. I had to say goodbye to all those visions that had deceived me falsely, when my naivety clouded my sight.
In the kingdom of paradoxes and absurdities, I had to succumb and suffer. I had nowhere else to go. And the more I tried to escape, the more it seemed that this strange land expanded beneath my feet, preventing me from crossing its high and menacing walls. And what could the sky do but watch me, almost mocking me in an indifferent and cynical manner.
Elisabetta -
The Abyss Of Desolation And Affliction
The abyss of desolation and affliction appeared to me in a dream.
I could not tell if it was a hallucination
or some malevolent spirit that had caught me
in the torpor of my nightly slumber.Spectres appeared to me, agile and winged,
Their claws etched marks upon my skin,
As if to inscribe arcane messages
Beyond my mortal grasp to decode.
The moon shone bright and awe-inspiring above,
An eternal night enveloped all,
Where swirling clouds danced,
A solemn escort to those shadowy phantoms.Figures cloaked in hidden mantles and hoods,
As if unwilling to reveal their names,
Lay inert along a river—
At times, it was a still pond, and at times, it was a shimmering lagoon.I felt a weight of oppression and annihilation,
As if all my feelings and desires
Had been obliterated in the presence
Of such a bleak and haunting landscape.I could not feel joy or enthusiasm
At the very moment I realised
That the slightest hope might be mistaken for illusion,
Denying me the grace to surrender
To my senses, to my subconscious.I walked with uncertain steps,
So unsteady was the path before me.
No clear horizon met my gaze,
Only shadows stretching into the unknown.Having firmly shut the doors of the past,
I had renounced all that belonged to that world,
Memories included — or at least I tried to deny them.
Yet certain ghosts of old, like skeletons risen from nightmares,
Pursued me wherever I went,
With steady, relentless steps.
And I, breath held tight,
Sought refuge in that realm of shadowy spirits.Monsters of a time long lost,
They watched me slyly from their hiding places,
Plotting behind my back a possible attack,
A grasp for power, as if I were a helpless creature,
Ready to fall into their claws.
But truly, I knew well that my heart belonged to myself,
And no one nor nothing could taint it
With their corruption and decay.
Elisabetta -
Sad Dreams
Sad dreams in the middle of a sleepless night,
When silence ruled the realm of sounds,
And the darkness was the only companion in the nocturnal fate,
Faraway from tranquillity and joy.Sad thoughts provoked teardrops falling like a nighttime rain shower,
Lost dreams became remembrances of chimaeras echoing their defeat.In an eternal dreamlike night, the clouds of illusions hid the pale countenance of the sombre moon,
Which was jealous of the gleaming happiness of the stars,
And the infinite void stared at the sky with a sense of wonder and uncertainty.Visions that belonged to an imaginary universe appeared like phantoms of desires and passions that were never meant to exist in the real world.
The infinite nothingness concealed enigmas with sorrow and dread,
Every reminiscence became a shadow, and every hope was extinguished by the coldness of the emptiness.Vast and oppressive utopias were the domains where the soul wandered desperately,
Seeking consolation from the decayed ruins of broken oaths.And even in these forsaken lands, glooms clung to every dream,
Betrayal etched itself into the fabric of love and devotion,
Into a labyrinth of despair, where fragments of failure carved their mark,
Souls were bound to an endless cycle of anguish and regret.Dreamers were burdened by the consequence of invisible chains of betrayal and disloyalty,
They moved as though wading through rivers of ink and sand.
The stars dimmed their gleam, offering no guidance,
While the moon turned its pale face away in quiet disdain.The storm’s gusts carried the lament of epochs past,
Their wails pierced the ethereal veil of endless nights.Are dreams supposed to perish, or do they live on in the dark, forsaken and unseen?
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
A Dream of Solitude
A dream of solitude in the immensity of the void,
Like silent screams that faded away in the storm of darkness,
In a realm where everything was upside down,
And passions were repressed by a frigid wind of indifference.In the stillness of the night,
Fearless dreams strived to rule the magic world of fantasy,
Flowing like an impetuous stream,
Emotions bloomed like nocturnal flowers.Everything was so close and so far, at the same time,
The cold of the night attempted to freeze pulsing hearts in vain,
What could have happened in the future,
That was an arcane secret.Shadows swirled in the magnificent garden of forgotten hopes,
Where memories lay buried beneath
the weight of time,
Like ancient relics entangled in thorns,
Like unspoken words and broken promises,
as if the very atmosphere exhaled sorrow.Dreaming was wandering through twisted paths,
It was like getting lost in the labyrinth of unending despair,
When blazing desires of light that once shone in distant days,
But finding only the pale glow of a dying moon.Time seemed to fold upon itself, an eternal twilight
where neither daybreak nor dusk could find its place.
In the eerie stillness, whispers danced like phantoms,
telling tales of love that perished in the void.In that darkness, no faint flicker could have endured,
Indeed, every spark of light was defied by the overwhelming night.
Every longing was a fragile dream clinging to the edge of oblivion,
And ready to fade away into the infinite void.And so, utopias continued to exist for the eternity,
The firmament shone because of the numerous stars that were glowing in it,
Only for illusionary instants of time,
Their light deceiving those who gazed above,
Promising dreams that would fade with the dawn.The night was a canvas of shadows and lies,
And hope was a flicker soon swallowed by the dark,
Now, a dream of solitude was shattered like a frail crystal.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
A Night of Illusions
A night of illusions and dreams in the realm of nowhere,
Where shadows crept, and whispers filled the still, damp air.
The moon hung low, a pale ghost in the starry sky,
Casting spectral light on graves long and dry.Winds howled like banshees through trees long dead,
Their gnarled branches reached, filled with dread.
Crimson leaves scattered in the night,
Cloaked in darkness, absent of light.A night of illusions, where reality frayed,
Through twisted paths, a figure strayed.
Each step grew heavier, like feet carved from stone,
The ground below whined, archaic and cold as bone.Eyes glowed from hollows, hidden in the darkness,
Watching every move, waiting to strike, heartless.
A chill crept down each spine, freezing all breath,
The air was thick with decay, the scent of death.In the distance, a chapel, broken and bleak,
Its doors cracked open with a hollow creak.
It beckoned, its silence heavy with dread,
Inside, only wails of the forsaken dead.Candles flickered, faint embers on the wall,
Casting eerie shadows, giants dark and tall.
The silence screamed louder than any sound,
As knees touched the cold, stone ground.The wind seemed to whisper a forgotten name,
A soul trapped forever in a cold, endless flame.
Cobwebs clung to the altar, brittle and old,
Where stories of sorrow and death had been told.Mysterious figures appeared, cloaked in tattered black,
Their hollow gaze stared a shadow at the back.
They beckoned forward into the abyss,
Promising solace with ghostly grimaces.A night of illusions and nightmares, an entranced and silent visitation,
As mist gathered thickly, a mournful pall.
Deeper ghouls went through crypts of stone,
Where no heart had beat, no seed had been sown.A voice whispered, soft and clear,
“Welcome to your fate; you belong here.”
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Forsaken Dreams
Forsaken dreams lay scattered like leaves on a desolate lawn,
Beneath the weight of darkness, shadows loomed and sighed.
A castle crumbled in the grip of despair,
Fragments of hope were lost and hanging in the void.Wandering through silence where visions once soared,
Stillness wrapped tightly around the forgotten.
Each step was like drifting through memories frayed,
As ghosts of ambition haunted paths once laid.Forgotten dreams, like stars turned to ash,
Fleeting glimpses of futures that faded too fast.
The sounds now muted, cold as stone,
While shadows enveloped, tales left unknown.In a chamber of portraits, their faces half-blurred,
The dreams of youth, in stillness, unheard.
Calling from corners of places long lost,
Whispering gently of the lines once crossed.Nonetheless, deep in the stillness, a flicker of pain,
Forsaken dreams lingered; in shadows, they remained.
Each one a reminder of battles hard-fought,
Of fires within that time forgot.But hope lay buried, covered in dust,
From ashes of sorrow, it rose from distrust.
Gathering fragments, each whisper, each scream,
In the dark of the night, the lost dream was redeemed.Mended the pieces, igniting a spark,
Reviving the forgotten, illuminating the dark.
For dreams, though shattered, never entirely die—
In the heart of the dreamer, they eternally lie.Through the mist of despair, a path was found,
With each heartbeat, shadows chased from the ground.
Though night still lingered, dawn followed close,
And in the garden of longing, hope arose.With courage reborn, a star now stood,
Embracing the dawn, the new morning understood.
In the silence of the night, fate was rewritten,
For in dreams, belonging is always forgiven.Forsaken dreams lingered in the shadows,
Casting ancient spells to find lost treasures.
Forgotten mysteries carried the weight of unrealised desires,
Although beneath the sorrow, a quiet strength stirred,
Yearning for light once more.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Dead Dreams
Dead dreams haunted
the hollow realm,
where forgotten hopes withered
beneath a sky
of perpetual dusk.Once, this place had been
crowded with life,
with hope,
with the vibrant pulse of chance.
But those days were long gone,
and now the only inhabitants
were ghosts
of forgotten desires.Regret lingered
as sharp and suffocating as smoke,
tainting everything
it touched.Dead dreams lingered
in the corners,
hiding in the cracks of walls,
in the dust that coated
every room.The house was falling apart,
its bones creaking
under the strain of time.The windows were broken,
the doors hanging loose
on their hinges,
and yet something remained—
a presence, invisible,
undeniable,
watched from the shadows.Dead dreams whispered
through the air,
soft voices,
insistent.They spoke
of what could have been,
of paths not taken,
of futures lost.Their words wound
through the halls,
pulling deeper
into the heart
of decay.The walls seemed to close in,
the rooms growing smaller,
more suffocating.The air was thick with dust,
with the weight
of years.Dead dreams never indeed die;
they fade,
becoming one with shadows,
with silence.The house would stand forever,
a monument
to what was lost,
to what could never
be reclaimed.In the end,
it would claim all,
just as it had claimed
those who came before.There was no escape
from the dead dreams.They lingered on
long afterlife
had left.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Dreadful Dreams
Dreadful dreams in darkness brewed,
The world outside in silence stewed.
A chill hung thick as whispers weaved,
Through hollow halls, where none believed.A castle loomed, its walls decayed,
Where time had stopped and light delayed.
Through labyrinths that none had known,
They wandered there, each one alone.Figures rose from meadows like thorns,
With eyes that bled and voices steeped,
In sorrows long since left unsaid,
Now, pulling dreamers to the dead.Dreadful dreams, where shadows crept,
Beneath their lids, no restful sleep.
The night grew cold, the visions swayed,
In twisted forms, the mind was betrayed.No way to flee, no path to run,
For night devoured every sun.
The walls grew impenetrable, the air was poison,
And trapped everyone in an endless prison.In the silence, whispers of fright,
Haunted souls wander, lost from sight.
Each gust a toil, each step a plight,
As darkness consumed every fading light.Dreadful dreams, where mirrors cracked,
And whispers from the void slammed.
A thousand clouds lost in space,
All seeking what they couldn’t chase.Souls entwined with endless fear,
Never to wake, forever near.
The moon, once full, was now cracked and pale,
Its silver light began to fail.And as the fading shades crept,
The dreamers into silence wept.
The night consumed all hopes and screams,
And left them bound to dreadful dreams.Dreadful dreams wandered like shades of night,
Whispered softly beneath dark skies.
Each dwelling became a fearsome sight,
As shadows moved in the dimming light.Desires entwined with seizing dread,
Wandering everywhere, but hope had fled.
Each secret carried tales of woe,
As spectres flickered, fast and slow.In the gloom, no spark remained,
No bright memory could have been preserved.
The dreamers sought the light once more,
But shadows beckoned from the shore.Dreadful dreams chased every fleeting glow,
Finding themselves in depths below.
With every instant, the darkness grew,
A truth obscured, a world askew.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
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