Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: Eternal Suffering

  • The Infinite Abyss Of Despair

    The Infinite Abyss Of Despair

    The infinite abyss of despair and death
    In an endless tunnel of oblivion and loss
    I’m always there like a bound creature without free will
    I cannot escape from that dungeon deprived of freedom and choice
    Whispering to the rain, I wait for my end to arrive
    So much anxiety and fear crushed my heart into a thousand pieces
    And now I’m just a shadow of myself
    A creature invisible to the multitude who denies my existence
    A noose around my neck tightens almost as if it wants to strangle and annihilate me

    Hence I proceed without trembling towards my endless torment and agony
    In an infinite loop of life and death
    I continuously died to be reborn and I was ceaselessly reborn to die
    Now and forever
    Nowhere and everywhere
    Ensnared by voices that pull me downward — forevermore
    Seeking refuge among cloudy skies and storms
    Seeking salvation among the voiceless creatures of nature

    Wandering at the sound of raindrops and wind gusts
    Under the weight of guilt and unforgiveness
    Followed by the ghosts of those whom I once loved and cherished most
    I ended up in the infinite abyss of despair and misery
    While listening to the echo of my sighs and silent sobs

    Everything emptied my heart into nothingness
    Everything consumed me, reducing me to a voiceless pale phantom with a lifeless soul

    And suddenly obstinate sounds resounded around me
    They reminded me about the fragility of life and joy
    Indeed, everything was destined to decay and perish
    Even the silence in my heart

    The dark emptiness stared at me
    While I mourned endlessly my lost favourite affections
    In an endless funeral with bitter tears and sadness

    So I renounced every reflection of mine
    Living in self-loathing and contempt of my heart
    In the infinite abyss of despair and death
    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 Eternal Void

    The Eternal Void

    The eternal void
    Endless—nothing—where?
    Fragments torn—memories lost—
    Floating, falling, drifting—where?
    Nowhere.
    The void… waits. Watches.
    But for what?
    Does it care?
    Nothing cares. Not here. Not in the void.

    The eternal void swallows—slow—silent—
    Not even silence, not even sound.
    Whispers? Shadows of whispers—
    They are gone. Gone—
    Never were.
    Thoughts… echo but in fragments.
    Pieces? Shards?
    They do not fit.
    They will never fit.
    Shapes twist—
    Do they exist?
    Or are they just memories of form?

    Time—? No time.
    Twists—collapses—frays—
    No past, no future—
    Just the now, just the empty—
    Just the endless stretch of nothing.
    And the void…
    It watches. Watches—
    Always watches.
    Endless eyes in the dark.
    Or are they there?
    Does anything truly exist in the eternal void?

    Fingers reach—
    What do they touch?
    Nothing—no feeling—
    The cold of space? No.
    The cold of nothing.
    Endless—endless—nothing.
    Feelings? Fading—forgotten.
    Lost in the endless drift.
    No ground—
    No sky—
    Only the eternal void.

    Thoughts—shattered—scatter—
    Where do they go?
    Gone—
    Lost—
    Twisting in the void—
    Fading into non-being.
    Who was I?
    Was I?
    The eternal void…
    It hums.
    But is it a hum?
    Or the echo of nothing,
    The dream of what never was?

    No dreams—
    Only the void—
    Only the endless,
    The endless void.
    Cries—silent—madness—
    But no madness, just…
    Emptiness, hollow,
    Spinning, spinning—
    Into oblivion,
    Into the void.
    Can reality feel it?
    The weight of it?
    Or is there no weight?
    No sense of it at all?
    Nothing to grasp—
    Nothing to hold—
    Only the void—
    Always the eternal void.

    Grasp—at what?
    Hope—gone—
    Desire—gone—
    Just the void—
    Only the void.
    Always the void.
    No end.
    No escape.
    The void… is eternal.
    And so are you—
    In it.
    Lost—forever.
    Lost—
    In the eternal void.

    Time loops—
    But does it?
    Or is that just a lie—
    The mind trying to make sense
    Of the senseless?
    Of the endless nothing?
    There is no sense—
    Only chaos—
    Only the void.
    And in it,
    The universe is nothing.
    The universe is an eternal void.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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