Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: existential poem

  • Torments Of Existence

    Torments Of Existence

    Torments of existence and death,
    Until the last speck of hope had been granted,
    To dreamers and illusioned vainly expecting realms of dreams,
    Underneath a starless night sky occluded by ignominious clouds.

    Despair hid behind shadows of forsaken longings,
    As the cold wind of fate chilled the bones of lonely ghouls,
    In the heart of the infinite darkness, where light dared not tread,
    And only silent screams of forgotten souls would reverberate unheeded.

    The essence of broken promises and shattered aspirations dissipated into the abyss,
    Unseen and unheard with a load of sorrow heavy as lead,
    In the midst of a reality binding and drenching them in perpetual twilight.

    No trace of lost dreams could have been revealed in the dark labyrinth of hunted spirits, Whose only solace lay in the embrace of eternal nights,
    For in this realm, the fragments of dreams merged with the wails of misery,
    Lost into the void.

    Torments of existence within a mournful maze of endless gloom,
    Within the depths of such despair,
    A gleam of defiance struggled to ignite,
    Amid the shadows of a dead heart.

    Every sliver of light strove to pierce through the suffocating dark,
    Until it became a frail memory of sick diseases,
    A weak flame that could not have endured the majestic abyss of emptiness,
    Swallowing every time and space.

    Death and destruction annihilated every hope and dream,
    Leaving only an empty desolation of shattered illusions and lost chimaeras,
    A barren expanse where the echoes of forgotten hopes lingered faintly,
    Relegated to the recesses of nightmares afflicted by the relentless tide of despair.

    In this forsaken domain, murmurs of bygone fantasies and dreams soared unrestrained,
    Hereafter reduced to haunting and obscene obsessions,
    The relentless march of time brought no solace,
    Only a deeper descent into the chasm of hopelessness.

    Anguished cries resonated eternally in an endless symphony of sorrow,
    And amidst the ruins of a world forsaken by light,
    Lonely figures wandered aimlessly, lost in the maze of torment and desolation,
    Spectres of once hopeful dreamers.

    In this realm where the sun dared not shine,
    And the moon’s glow was but a distant memory,
    Hope had become a relic of the past,
    A forgotten treasure buried beneath the weight of endless distress,
    In the presence of such overwhelming darkness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Tempestuous Thoughts

    Tempestuous Thoughts

    Tempestuous thoughts, sharp and cold like a night winter wind, overwhelmed the dreams and sorrows.

    Woe and surprise might have fallen into the valley of forsakenness while gleaming stars surrounded the horizon of the sky of memories.

    The illusion of the senses hovered above the clouds of darkness, delirium, delusion and despair.

    The numbness of the dreams embraced the void, a silent echo in the chambers of the universe, where whispers of forgotten oaths lingered like ghosts in the mist.

    Amid the chaos and the tumult of uncertainty, the doubtful quest for the sublime and solace was the only blissful remedy.

    Amidst the silence, a gleam of darkness illuminated labyrinths of expectation and seclusion. While shadows cast a spell, obscuring the secrets lurking underneath their vault.

    Longings of remote realms wander where dreams linger beyond the grasp of time. Cast abounds in the boundless expanse of imagination.

    The bitterness of shattered illusions cast away every joy on an island of fear and despair whenever the delusional delight dissolved into the gloom of impossibility.

    Tempestuous thoughts, swirling like a raging storm, tumultuous and relentless, torn the shores of consciousness, ravaged by the relentless assault of the stormy waves.

    In the tumult of the nocturnal tempest, splendour became a distant beacon, obscured by the dark clouds of shades of suspicion and veil of hesitation.

    In the midst of chaos and swirling storms of noise, fragments of beauty and light faded like fragile snowflakes.

    The seeking of perfection obliterated every single shadow of uniqueness, leaving a landscape barren of singularity.

    The tempest of nightmares twirled relentlessly, dispersing each speck of consciousness like leaves in the wind.

    The obliviousness of impending doom was a silent spectre haunting every corner of the infinite darkness. Hence, the fate of the dreams ended, floating in the void, oblivious to the looming threat of never being embraced by reality.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Delightful Darkness

    Delightful Darkness

    Delightful darkness resided in the depths of the abyss. The obscurity of the misty night veiled the boundaries of reality, shrouding the metaphysical realm in an impenetrable cloak of mystery.

    Secrets and recondite enigmas lay in abyssal depths, where an obscure fate veiled echoes of oniric sighs. A boundless and silent haze concealed every certitude, leaving only a vague hesitation.

    The beauty of shadows thrived in the twilight. And in the trap of fear and obscurity, stars illuminated dreams and illusions with their delusional glimmering poison while faded truths swayed beneath the veil of time.

    Obsessive thoughts were feeding the spare time of shallowness. Emotions traversed the chamber of unconsciousness and obliviousness. The torpor of the dawn ensnared the essence of dreams and delights.

    Ephemeral blisses and elations faded in the rational light of the morning. A meaningless existence of devolution and phoney pretences welcomed unaware wraiths into the maze of deception.

    Evil reminiscences of a remote past subjugated every vision of happiness and prosperity—a sense of wonder disguised as deception. In the delightful darkness of silence, everything was still.

    In the eerie stillness of the delightful darkness, whispers of forgotten longings echoed through the forest of despair, and crystal tears beckoned tales of ancient sorrows and timeless truths.

    Each shadow held unrevealed secrets, casting an enigmatic spell upon decayed fragments of forsaken dreams. Illusions and revelations were veiled beneath a cloak of obscurity within the boundless expanse of obliviousness, where dreams intertwined with reality.

    A labyrinth of forgotten reveries and fleeting emotions lay inside the cage of time, where past and future converged. And each speck of uncertainty scattered across the void, like fragments of shattered dreams adrift in the emptiness.

    In a mysterious chasm where light dare not tread, chaos and order merged in a primordial void. New ideal utopias bloomed in the womb of darkness, and the cycle of life and death continued unabated.

    Amidst the chaos and confusion, there was a beauty to be discovered that transcended the boundaries of time and space. It was a beauty born of gloominess, nurtured by hush, and sustained by light and shadow’s eternal ebb and sway.

    In the delightful darkness of the maze of lost hopes, where silence ruled, an ethereal transcendence conceived a sense of awe and wonder, mesmerising the realm of luminaries with its mysterious allure.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Castles In The Air

    Castles In The Air

    Castles in the air,
    An emotional journey inside myself,
    Losing faith in humanity,
    Always on the edge of survival,
    Constantly too aware and sensitive,
    It was not essential to know which colour the sky was,
    Since, at the end of the day, every sigh and disillusionment arrived as soon as the darkness enveloped my imagination.
    Living without windows in my castle in the air,
    Living of mysteries and secrets of obscure alcoves,
    Every time I did my own journey into the labyrinth of my mind,
    Faraway, in the forest of my reminiscences, I lost myself, forgetting who I really was.
    Once upon a time, melancholy ensnared me, confining me in a dark dungeon of despair and anguish.
    Would have loved to be emotionally unavailable, but it was not the case.
    Awakening with no regrets and the folly of fearing every single instant, surrounded only by silence and twilight.
    No expectations would have implied any disappointments in the mere illusion of leaving a lasting mark on the ephemeral canvas of existence.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Wondrous Visions

    Wondrous Visions

    Wondrous visions of haunting nightmares obscured the sacred realm of dreams and desires.
    Anguish and despair were willing to accompany compassion in the midst of the darkness of the spirit.
    Despite all the pretensions of perfect happiness, the glowing mystery of beauty and sublimity shattered into pieces.
    The remnants of broken dreams were scattered into shards of shattered hopes.
    Fears and doubts extinguished all the burning flames of enthusiasm, leaving behind only the cold ashes of disillusionment.
    Nothing could have changed the gentle misery of folly and obliviousness.
    Bewilderment and madness were the only constant shadows of a lonely wanderer.
    Wondrous visions of lost dreams and beautiful memories were buried beneath the hollow trees of nothingness.
    A perpetual torture of death and destruction annihilated every gleam of delight and joy.
    Lights and shadows were cast upon the silent meadows of desolation, building castles of solitude and sorrow.
    Teardrops of melancholy and disquietude descended as crimson stains on the forsaken portrait of grief.
    A sad melody of deserted desires became a cage of decayed fantasies.
    Waves of reveries ranged between reality and dreams, like a gentle breeze meandering through the branches of a twilight forest.
    A whispering wind conveyed fragments of forgotten memories, stroking the leaves and swaying the shadows.
    The garden of longings became a refuge of wisdom and solitude, offering solace amidst a tumult of thoughts.
    In the liminal space betwixt dusk and dawn, the veil between realms blurred, disclosing a domain where the extraordinary became conceivable.
    Fragile wonders dissolved into the aether, leaving behind no trace of their existence.
    Empty emotions lingered, casting their faint imprints in the void.
    A sad shallowness tainted every wondrous vision and marvel, and the passage of time reduced them to ethereal dust.
    Arrogant and harassing nightmares ensnared the beauty of the night’s desires.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • In The Eternal Beauty Of Darkness

    In The Eternal Beauty Of Darkness

    In the eternal beauty of darkness, dreams and memories were entangled, like fantasies intertwined in an embrace of shadows.

    In the stillness of the night’s embrace, lost in the labyrinth of solitude, echoes of bygone whispers lingered, and shadows faded in the abyss of lost memories.

    Reveries of passions and sorrows whispered of forgotten tales, and through the veils of time, longings and desires vanished like shadows in the twilight.

    In the silent sway of shades, reality disappeared, dreams beckoned, and whispers of eternity emerged from the depths of an infinite abyss.

    In the realm of cosmic blisses, a silent fate concealed obscure and inscrutable secrets hidden from mortal understanding.

    The mystery of existence mirrored throughout the limitless reaches of perceptions,
    Each glimmer was a reflection of the interconnectedness of everything.

    Stars painted the canvas of the night sky with their radiant glow. Amidst a maze of wonders and surprises, dreams wandered, finding delight in the vastness of the universe.

    The allure and solace of solitude were covert in the darkest corners of the cosmos, where light dared not venture through paths shrouded in uncertainty.

    In the embrace of dusk, the ethereal essence of every burning flame was an exquisite spark to be unleashed.

    In the eternal beauty of darkness, the luminaries seemed their perpetual fate guided by the light of their own inner truth, searching for destinies yet to be written.

    In the infinite expanse of the night, where time knew no bounds, echoes of forgotten tragedies swirled around shimmering tars, weaving tales of ancient wisdom and timeless yearnings.

    Deep within the shadowy abysses, whispers from bygone eras merged with expectations and emotions transcending time.

    As the moon cast its gentle glow upon the nocturnal realms, secrets long buried in the sands of time began to evoke daring endeavours into the unknown.

    In the deafening silence of the cosmos and amid the darkness, a sense of wonder and awe enveloped every aspiration, guiding them on a journey of enlightenment.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Crystal Tears

    Crystal Tears

    Crystal tears were a gift of betrayal and fear,
    Painful anguishes obscured the sky dotted with stars,
    While decay silently reclaimed its domain.

    Longings of lost happiness faded underneath crumbles of dreams,
    Life became a nightmare and a relentless onslaught of dread,
    Where the shadows of despair obliterated every sparkle of peace and joy.

    In realms where time surrendered, careless fantasies wandered,
    Through fields of whispered dreams, where frets found no dwelling,
    In the shadows of the twilight, burdens gently faded.

    Beneath the astral vault, frights cast aside,
    In echoes of forgotten tales, emotions began to soar,
    To realms untouched by sorrow, where desires forevermore endured.

    Through valleys of enchantment, merriments fulfil wishes and expectations,
    In the realm of dreams, sealed secrets hid from unknown worlds,
    Beyond the veil of reality, where imagination ruled.

    In enchanted realms, where time halted,
    Every wish bends to the dreamer’s might,
    For the only boundary lay within fantasies’ reach.

    A beloved secret touched the dreams with words,
    As fragile as it was, feeling like a crystal flower in a valley of agony,
    Waiting for a sign in the solitude of the night.

    The silence of expectation pierced every bliss,
    Burning like a flame of darkness and restlessness,
    In the glaring darkness, eager to destroy.

    An overwhelming sadness cast a shadow,
    Obscuring the garden of delights with its heavy sorrow,
    While a veil of melancholy, in darkness, it wallowed.

    Nothing seemed intelligible in the mist’s elusive concealment,
    Where shadows lingered, and thoughts felt surreal,
    A world untethered beyond imagination.

    Crystal tears fell like teardrops in the moonlight,
    Shimmering as they touched the soil,
    Casting a mesmerising glow upon the ethereal realm of dreams.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Melancholy Stillness

    A Melancholy Stillness

    A melancholy stillness obliterated every sensation,
    Forlornness was the only lingering emotion in the aether,
    Heavy and suffocating.

    Regardless of the sordid greed hidden behind a veil of envy,
    The spring of obliviousness was ever-flowing,
    Nourishing ignorance with its deceptive allure.

    Sad illusions were fading away from hollowed trees of despair,
    Leaving behind only echoes of aching emptiness,
    And leaving in their wake a haunting silence as the void within grew more profound still.

    Silent and repressed longings remained confined by cold indifference and fear,
    Eager to break free,
    Yet trapped within the confines of their own torment.

    An ethereal and mysterious bliss enkindled gardens of dreams and desires,
    Casting a mesmerising glow upon the shadows,
    And weaving its enchantment through the dimness of the night.

    In the heart of night’s embrace, where shadows wandered with grace,
    Silence reigned under the shining vault of stars,
    Seeking solace in the profound stillness of twilight.

    In the dead of night, hopes entwined with tears,
    Beneath the stars, fears and doubts faded away,
    Whilst thoughts drifted in whispers without a trace.

    Dark shadows cast untold tales,
    And mysteries of the night undisclosed themselves,
    Under the allure of enchanting spells carrying secrets from afar.

    In timeless and intangible realms where time stood still,
    Instants lingered with tranquil thrills,
    Each withered flower sighed in the obscure infinite.

    Within the depths of twilight’s reign,
    Where luminaries their secrets feigned,
    In the silent embrace of night’s elusive chaos,
    A melancholy stillness lingered in the timeless realms of eventide.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Beauty Of The Night

    The Beauty Of The Night

    The beauty of the night descended as a dark veil upon a cloudless sky,
    Where resplendent luminaries were silent witnesses to the transcendental essence of eternity,
    In the dead of night, blemished senses deceived evocative dreams.

    Vain fantasies overflowed through the cold emptiness,
    Where phoney emotions glimmered in all their splendour,
    Vanishing like fog in a frosty and windy darkness behind a cloud of illusions.

    Echoes of remote sorrows and griefs reverberated in labyrinths of memories,
    Where the sublime beauty of the night blended into darkness and decay,
    Amidst the beloved realm of slumber and apathy.

    Forlorn and forsaken was every foolish desire,
    Destined to perish under the shadow of regret,
    In the abyss of despair where dreams drown.

    Commendable and enchanting pretensions of true devotion turned to dust,
    And all that lingered was a deserted valley of anguish and desolation,
    In a silence as deep as the ocean.

    Faint clouds of narcissism faded into the aether like eerie whispers,
    Hovering insidiously in the midst of gloomy longings,
    Weaving dark shadows of dreariness.

    The vanity of wishes and regrets was sparkling and gleaming,
    Like stars entwining dreams on time’s worn trail,
    While shadows loitered beneath hopes and sorrows.

    Fleeting joys became bitter revelations,
    Silent and furtive witnesses of the heart’s arcane enigmas,
    Relics of longings in the night’s hush.

    A shroud of melancholy draped the sombre skies,
    Whispers of sorrow, carried by the wind’s sighs,
    Casting a pall over the lively, now subdued realm.

    Beneath its ethereal veil and delicate allure,
    The firmament seemed to pause in anticipation,
    As if awaiting a secret whispered only in the stillness of the night.

    The beauty of the night eclipsed the stars,
    And in its splendour, darkness reigned supreme.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Shock Of Dismay

    A Shock Of Dismay

    A shock of dismay flowed into sadness,
    Like pouring rain upon a deserted garden,
    Where no flowers were seen,
    But only dark leaves of disdain.

    Midnight roses were scattered across the valley of despair,
    When nothing else could have been achieved anymore,
    The silence of death descended as the only comfort,
    Glimmering and gloomy as a necklace made of diamonds and thorns.

    The cold solitude of lost instants betrayed every blissful illusion,
    Numb souls lost their unnamed loves,
    Becoming locked treasure chests,
    Without privileged keys to undisclose them.

    Whispering longings were fading like forsaken memories,
    Once belonging to lost hopes and dreams,
    Fragile as evanescent clouds in the immense sky,
    Where the sun was just an ephemeral pale gleam of light.

    Tenebrous were the oblivious yearnings of delight,
    Veiled from the gaze of envy and shrouded in the whispers of night,
    Unconscious of the gentle embraces of the darkness,
    Lost in the abyss of a Stygian sky’s silent flight.

    The ethereal apathy of distant hopes deceived every expectation,
    Shattering the mirrors of audacious promises,
    The only fleeting chance was the ghostly grief,
    Leaving behind a trail of pale regrets in its embrace.

    In the remote realms of shadows and despair,
    Lost in the echoes of gloomy memories,
    Each moment died in a flicker of light,
    Without any solace or sympathy.

    A shock of dismay echoed the pang of a soul’s silent plight,
    Whenever teardrops of sorrow glistened in the dead of night,
    In the stillness of darkness, decay held sway,
    A silent witness to time’s relentless play.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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