Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: emotional turmoil

  • Softly In Silence

    Softly In Silence

    Softly in silence, I lie to hide all the deception and lies from my naive heart
    I had to endure an existence of deceit and coercion
    Like a nightmare ghoul oppressing my pale slumber
    In an eternal night of haunting memories and wail

    I had constantly desired to be cherished and loved in vain
    I would have rather been remembered for my art than for my beauty
    So I preferred to hide behind my shield of silence and vanish into the ephemeral aether
    Like the mystic smoke from a burning flame

    Alas, in this silence, I remained quietly still like a crystal gem
    I was a withered bloom in a winter’s storm
    Unseen, unloved, forgotten
    Cradled in the embrace of the darkness

    I did not live for the sake of grace but for the grief
    Each heartbeat was woven in the dimness
    I was but a ghost wishing only to be mourned before bleeding my heart out
    Exanimate, I was sinking into a chaotic ecstasy of sorrow

    The eternal night cherished all my forbidden secrets
    Since I was forever bound to the dim dusk
    And every instant was midnight only for me
    Because I had obliterated time permanently

    I was born just as a punishment by the hands of my wicked fate
    Even the gleaming stars of the midnight sky had no mercy
    They stared at me indifferently as if my existence was just a futility
    I had lost every privilege to dream

    Just for a moment, I strived to change my fortune
    But I had no more strength to continue to exist
    All that I could do was stare at the walls of my dark chamber and fantasise
    I let the realm of dreams and absurdities swallow me

    I had to say goodbyes to the reality and normality
    I became a creature of a world of folly and oddities
    Only frenzies raptured my heart violently, and I let them in
    Softly in silence, I fell into the abyss of my own affliction.
    Elisabetta

  • The Endless Grief

    The Endless Grief

    The endless grief, born in the deepest shadows,
    Where sorrow grew, and demons crept.
    A silence dazed the eerie aura,
    A weight too much for hearts to bear.

    The rain fell cold, the sky was bleak,
    The soul became frail and the mind weak.
    A distant toll of bells transformed into a choir of cries,
    A dirge for those who dared to wander too far away.

    The endless road of mourning winds,
    Through shattered hopes and twisted desires.
    No company was found, nor voices to be heard,
    Just endless grief that claimed every living creature.

    The endless grief, a cursed refrain,
    A perpetual march through infinite pain.
    The night devoured the light of day,
    And dragged the hearts to slow decay.

    A castle cold, where shadows reigned,
    Sighs echoed in darkened walls.
    A labyrinth with thorns and tendrils of dread,
    Each path was a step closer to the death.

    The stars looked down with a hollow stare,
    Like frozen orbs that did not care.
    Their pale light painted the soil in frost,
    As every entity was bound and lost.

    The endless grief betrayed like a lover’s kiss,
    A poisoned embrace that none could ever be missed.
    It held hearts, it gripped souls,
    It swallowed whole all that was taken under control.

    In twisted woods where no life could have prospered,
    The path led where the cold wind blew.
    The trees, they moaned, their branches writhed,
    Beneath the sky where stars didn’t thrive.

    The river flew with quiet dread,
    A blackened stream for the living dead.
    Its waters whispered as they ran,
    A mournful hymn for what had begun.

    The endless grief, a heavy shroud,
    A curse that lingered like a minacious cloud.
    No dawn would have broken, no sun would have risen,
    No delight could have been born beneath these unlimited skies.

    The realm itself became a monument of stone,
    A place where nothing could make sense.
    The ground would have swallowed every shadow,
    And still, the grief remained the same.

    The endless grief never ended and never will,
    Through disfigured dreams, it wends and bends.
    It buries deep, it scars souls,
    A fate that no one can control at all.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Maelstrom of Lost Hopes

    The Maelstrom of Lost Hopes

    The maelstrom of lost hopes,
    A storm raged through the silent night,
    Swirling hopes into the maelstrom’s bite.
    Dreams, once vivid, were cast away,
    In a tempest that led hearts astray.

    The winds of change, harsh and cold,
    Tore apart what dreams once told.
    A vortex of despair spun tight,
    Drowning aspirations in the dead of night.

    Visions of a brighter dawn,
    Lost in the tempest, all but gone.
    Each gust, a reminder of the fall,
    Of hopes that shattered against the wall.

    In the heart of the storm, shadows danced,
    As every wish and dream was entranced.
    The maelstrom’s roar drowned out the cries,
    Of souls adrift beneath darkened skies.

    Fragments of hope scattered wide,
    Carried away by the storm’s fierce tide.
    Each hope a wisp, a fleeting flare,
    Lost in the tempest’s cruel snare.

    The storm’s fury showed no mercy,
    As dreams dissolved into a dark sea.
    The chaos spun with relentless might,
    Churning despair through the endless night.

    A calm eventually settled in,
    Leaving echoes of where hopes had been.
    The maelstrom’s legacy, a haunting sound,
    A reminder of the dreams that drowned.

    In the aftermath, a sombre view,
    Of aspirations lost and futures askew.
    The maelstrom’s wrath, a cruel jest,
    Left the heart with only the quest.

    In the wake of the tempest’s rage,
    Silent whispers filled the empty stage.
    Echoes of hope once bright and clear,
    Now faded to a distant, mournful cheer.

    The remnants of dreams, like ashes, fall,
    Drifting down from the storm’s cruel thrall.
    Yet within the ruins, a fragile light,
    Glimmers softly through the endless night.

    In the silence that follows the storm’s roar,
    A faint heartbeat, a whisper of yore.
    Though the maelstrom left its deep scar,
    The spirit seeks where lost hopes are.

    From the wreckage, a new dawn may rise,
    As dreams take flight to brighter skies.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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