Tag: existential poem

  • Dreary Nights

    Dreary Nights

    Dreary nights descended, casting shadows’ shroud,
    Whispers were lost in silent clouds,
    Stars were obscured by gloom,
    And Moon’s pale glow was devoured by doom.

    Echoes haunted the still serenity,
    Secrets were kept in darkness and faded like teardrops on ethereal veils,
    Dreams were withered, worn, and torn,
    Despair’s silence left souls forlorn.

    Through misty alleys, memories wandered,
    Winds murmured sombre tunes,
    Amidst the chaos, hopes fell apart,
    Piercing through dark remembrances.

    In the embrace of endless night,
    Dreams ensnared in a morose maze,
    Awaiting the dawn’s dismal embrace,
    Lost in the void and desolate plight.

    Enticing yet terrifying desires ensnared loneliness,
    Crumbling delusional fantasies and vain loves,
    Dismantling all fears and worries,
    Until oblivion swallowed every realm.

    Nocturnal vexations and shock of dismay terrified all the blissful intemperances,
    In the sombre glow of the midnight, shadows cast malevolent spells,
    Tainting the ethereal dusk with a heavy cloak of melancholy,
    Stupor and innocence could not escape from the snare of audacity and cruelty.

    A glimmer of infinity enlightened the gardens of enchantment,
    Casting ethereal shadows upon fragments of time,
    The obliteration of illusions draped the scene in solemnity,
    Leaving behind a desolate landscape of harsh reality.

    As sighs of doubt crept through the hallowed silence,
    Relentless and unforgiving cynicism shattered deceptions,
    While the weight of disillusionment crushed every fragile sparkle of unsteadiness,
    Leaving nothing but the unsteadiness of transfigured dreams.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Like A Porcelain Doll

    Like A Porcelain Doll

    Like A Porcelain Doll

    And it was like in a nightmare
    While I was lying inert on a cold bed like a porcelain doll
    I could not conceive why those things happened for a reason
    Maybe I was too naive to realise such closeness
    Perhaps I was too childish to protect myself
    Letting the submission paralyse my mind

    It never mattered who I really was
    It never mattered what I really desired
    Because the most important thing was social etiquette and fulfilled other’s desires
    I had to embellish myself like a porcelain doll
    I had to smile with my elegant dresses and impeccable makeup devotedly
    Some pretty bow in my long blond hair and a sumptuous dress as a daily routine

    I was empty, and I could not find myself
    Being constantly busy to be submissive and amiable
    Exhausted and broken
    I was never good enough
    And then, I had to lose myself
    Becoming who I was expected to be

    The echo of my silence was loud in my mind
    The only place where I was feeling safe
    Respect and love were remote chimaeras
    The coldness around me was freezing my heart
    My feelings being trapped in a desperate endeavour to be loved
    And trying to piece together scattered fragments of myself.
    Esther Racah

  • The Stillness Of Life

    The Stillness Of Life

    The Stillness Of Life

    The stillness of life is like a steel sculpture
    Cold and immovable is the course of the events
    No emotion can perturb the fate
    As it is like a constant and perpetual motion
    Like the falling of silvery snowflakes
    Swirling under the influence of cold winds
    Hallucinations are daydreams of insoluble enigmas
    Life flows like a waterfall
    The silence is my haven
    The noise destroys my soul and mind
    Too many words are worthless, like dust falling down
    Despair doesn’t seek a solution
    Since it feeds on an irrational need for peace
    Vulnerability and frailty produce a burst in my mind
    And I try to tolerate the inevitable fate.
    Esther Racah

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