Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: emotional abyss

  • Strange Empty Anguished

    Strange Empty Anguished

    Strange
    Empty
    Anguished
    I wandered through the void, searching for myself
    But never finding myself
    In the illusion that I too could touch my dreams and bury my fears
    Exhausted
    Without strength
    I tried to reach the infinite
    But all I got as a reward was the abyss of my destruction
    I could see different fragments of my soul
    As if I were made of multiple creatures
    Memories echoed as I was overwhelmed by the ocean of absence
    Obliterated by my own dreams
    Dazed by the night sky where the stars were gleaming ferociously
    I lost all purpose in my existence
    Wandering aimlessly in the labyrinth of darkness
    Where flowers of fear blossomed
    While my heart was striving to beat
    Since an eternal numbness captivated my senses
    Hollow sparks of ineptitude inflamed the candles of my modest dwelling
    I could hear them
    I could hear my ghastly memories call my name like howls in a fierce storm
    No one could perceive them but me

    Strange
    Empty
    Anguished
    I could not see any horizon anymore
    Such was the haze surrounding me
    A bizarre peculiarity in a realm with no past or future
    The cold blizzard knocked my windows impetuously
    An unwelcome and unexpected guest
    Among the copious phantoms inhabiting my little insensate world
    Where fantasy was endless as well as my infinite dreams
    Legends of vanished stars and withered blossoms
    I dared no longer to visit those abodes of viciousness
    Belonging finally only to my concealed past history
    And the night penetrated the old wall stones of my ancient hearth
    Depleting me of any power to dissuade myself from falling into illusions
    I faded again and again into the darkness of night
    As I was a tiny speck of infinity
    While the ocean waves touched the luminaries
    In a game of shadows and glares.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • My Enchanted Nights

    My Enchanted Nights

    My enchanted nights passed one by one, like creatures perishing and being reborn, melting into a single, unique, and everlasting night. I fell in love, time and again, with monsters in the guise of magnificent and exquisite angels. I spent my endless nights casting spells and magic upon mortal spirits.

    I felt enraged and resentful as my heart was pounding in all its fury, like a winter storm at full might. My scorched heart had been repeatedly broken and torn into fragments of darkness. I cried and wailed in vain into the emptiness of the nocturnal sky, where I couldn’t see any stars.

    I was dressed in dismay and grief, while the shadows of my beloved darkness wrapped me in their ethereal veil. I beseeched all the ghosts of my imaginary realm to set me free from the anguish and pangs I was condemned to bear in my sorrowful heart.

    In my enchanted nights, I was intoxicated by magic potions and mystic spells, wondering if there was some manner to flee my infamous fate, unsure as I felt myself in that absolute silence that enveloped me inexorably.

    Hindered by enchanting melodies and beguiling rhymes that echoed in my mind, I became a part of the magical maelstrom that dragged me into the abyss of swoon and oblivion. I had metamorphosed into a creature that was beyond the rule of the mortal world.

    My enchanted nights imbued me with chaos and stardust, inducing me to fall apart and renounce all the dreams I once cherished in my heart. So much was I doused with poison and witchcraft that I had forsaken my anguish.

    I had always been tormented by dreadful premonitions, as I was doomed to perish in decay and obliteration. My bygone, enchanted nights, made of glimmering stars, were nothing but faraway reveries.
    Elisabetta Esther

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