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: escape
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Waiting For My Dreams
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I Want To Be Like The Sea
I want to be like the sea
I want to be like the wind
I want to be like the leaves floating free in the mist
I want to fly away into a dream.
Elisabetta -
Luscious Desires
Luscious desires bloomed under the shape of extravagant flowers,
In the nighttime darkness, they loved to glow in all their lush,
A manifestation of boldness and imprudence.Every sculpture in this luscious garden was corrupted by the scent of triviality,
A labyrinth where unaware visitors
Usually delusional dreamers,
Strolled, losing themselves.Time did not exist anymore,
Luscious dreams became a habit
During each slumber,
In this realm of obsessions and paranoias.Sanity had lost its fight against madness,
Irrational and luscious desires ruled this magical world,
Where lavish and luxurious flowers bloomed in all their senseless beauty.Fountains of forgetfulness adorned the garden,
Their waters shimmering under the starry night sky,
Whispering promises of escape, yet luring only deeper into oblivion.Every path led to the same abyss,
A void where reality blurred,
And time became an abstract illusion,
Lost in the haze of perpetual dusk.The air was rich with the fragrance of opulence,
A perfume that clouded the slumbers,
Numbing reason while igniting an insatiable longing
For more—more dreams, more madness, more of the luscious delirium.Dreamers wandered endlessly,
Their imprints were muffled by the overgrown vines,
Each lost in their own reverie,
Each captive to the garden’s seduction.No voice of reason could pierce this veil,
For even the stars above had forgotten their course,
Twinkling aimlessly in a sky that no longer cared for order.This occult realm, once rooted in the soil of desire,
Had spiralled into a darkened utopia,
Where all that was lush and beautiful
Became the seeds of profound and inescapable chaos.Luscious desires flourished, wilder and more feral.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Darkness and Dreams
Darkness and dreams had held the night in thrall,
A realm where shadows whispered, devouring all.
Through endless voids, where fear took root,
The path was lost beneath each haunting foot.The moon’s dim light, swallowed by dreams,
Faltered under darkness’s ruthless schemes.
Dreams, like phantoms, twisted through the air,
Filling cursed streets with cold despair.Beneath a sky where nightmares reigned,
The ink-stained sea had swallowed all in vain.
Dreams surged like tides in an eerie dance,
Drawing all into a deep, shadowed trance.A tower had loomed, wrapped in endless night,
Where dreams turned dark and extinguished all light.
Hope had become a fleeting gleam,
Swallowed whole by a dream’s dark scream.Stars, once bright, had been shrouded in gloom,
Flickering like dreams caught in an endless doom.
In the darkness, the voids had whispered low,
Of secrets, the dreamworld wished to show.Shadows had gathered, thick as fears,
Spinning dreams, entwining years.
Darkness, a shroud that wouldn’t lift,
Had carried dreams in an endless drift.Dreams of escape had faltered and bent,
Crushed beneath darkness’s cruel descent.
A realm of sleep where none could flee,
As dreams became a cold reality.The iron gate had gleamed, a portal to dread,
Guarded by dreams of the nameless dead.
In the depths, darkness had claimed its throne,
Where dreams of light were overthrown.Freedom had vanished, consumed by night,
As dreams, unrelenting, had held their might.
No dawn, no hope, no distant gleam,
Only the endless dark and dream.Darkness and dreams, forever entwined,
Had woven a prison around the mind.
A soul, once free, had been lost to the dimness,
Bound to dreams, never coming back.Thus, in shadows where nightmares slept,
Darkness and dreams in silence crept.
In endless night, the fate had been sealed,
Where darkness and dreams were forever revealed.In shadows deep, where nightmares gleamed,
Darkness and dreams had reigned supreme.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Mirror Of The Memories
The mirror of the memories
It would never be the same
Time kept the past and grew deeper than everything
As someone else
Lost in an accustomed truth
It became a dream with living memories of every past love
Pain and grief stand in a forgotten place
A quiet escape where nothing changed
Dreams become lost everywhere
Even after an endless quest
When the world seems without any hope
In my memory
I’ve been so far from what I was
Maybe it was an illusion
I thought to seek myself because
the reality is just dreadfulThe mirror of the memories
Whose secrets create my dreams
Which can only be found far away
In a silent dwelling
Stretching between existence and nothingness
Where everything is lost
Through the anguishes in life
Forevermore
The feelings occur like different images
Seizing a chance to endure
But it is said for something
Sometimes life can lead away from the joy
Time might be a truth that comes across
The past glimpsed the feelings of love
So far
How much do I love to understand those mysteries of my mindThe mirror of the memories I glance
And hope to touch with my thoughts
It has no place in time
Becoming lost and frightened by the
the reality that has been forgotten
Flickering like a sunbeam in a warm spring breeze
The scenery of a summer that I stare
For a while
Feeling what would come into my mind
Striving to seize happiness day by day
The marvellous merriment of living
So I would try to love and be filled with flowers
Like flying bubbles on a lovely day
Deeming how life is unique and unrepeatable
Beyond the beginning and the ending
In the eternity of darkness and light
Once everything becomes timeless.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Trapped In A Deafening Silence
Trapped in a deafening silence
The night is already gone,
Once everything that once had been in the past
Has been sealed;
I was asleep, and I stood alone,
Each day, it might be gone.
The rain will begin again.
Scripted, it seems, but then inside me
All my heart is asleep,
Forever again alone,
Never even one day into its life
Being forgotten.
A dream…
But nothing ever heard.
Trapped in a deafening silence of the wind.
When everything goes in the aether…
I am coming up into the darkness.
Leaving everything behind me
Where nothing is the same anymore.
As I am dreaming the sunlight at night
I wanted to escape
Like walking in darkness,
Towards my solitude
Never coming back,
I would be gone.
Trapped in a deafening silence.
There is no time for finding a place to live,
A lasting peace of mind and bliss.
Just wonder how little of the universe is known,
One will still wish for the end.
Trapped in a deafening silence
Only the sound of the emptiness
And never being aware that it doesn’t exist
A far better fate than it is
And what life was able to alter the course of happening
At any time, there’s a way
Certainly, a mental tragedy
Over the world of itself
It is way too far.
With nowhere to go when you can realize,
it has been impossible as I could
I am in another world in the end.
Esther Elizabeth Racah