Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: existential poetry

  • Mournful Shadows

    Mournful Shadows

    In the stillness of the night, the sky was stormy and overcrowded with lightning and thunder. Rain was pouring down, and the wind was impetuous.

    The exquisite scent of rainwater perfumed my small chamber from which I glimpsed the dark and stormy landscape.

    Chaos and order alternated in my bleak soul, full of grief. A piercing funereal pain had gripped my entire essence.

    Intrusive thoughts and faded hopes crowded my mind as if they were unwelcome intruders, not invited by me.

    Joy and darkness unfolded like buds in my soul, becoming thorny briars that wounded my heart and tore apart my being.

    The bright sun, dethroned in the sky by great threatening and dark clouds in a midsummer storm, was no longer on my visual horizon, making me reflect on my bleak and mortal fate, which condemned me to a sense of perpetual anguish.

    It was as if I had lost the ability to express all that I felt in my heart, the most hidden secrets and concealed truths that I had never been able to reveal to any mortal.

    My fragility had become my only resource—my shattering into pieces and severing from the source of life, from every source of life—had made me like a dead flower in a solitary valley, where a majestic and deserted tower saw its reflection in a ridiculous, nearly nonexistent pond.

    My fragility had become my only resource—my shattering into pieces and severing from the source of life, from every source of life—had made me like a dead flower in a solitary valley, where a majestic and deserted tower saw its reflection in a ridiculous, nearly nonexistent pond.

    Mournful shadows ruled over me.
    They were the ones who decided my path and my fate.
    They were invisible, yet present—and immensely powerful.
    I felt like a doll, a puppet, at the mercy of their whimsical desires and decisions.

    And so I perished,
    by the hand of my own fears,
    by the hand of my own funeral anguish,
    And I became a mournful shadow myself,
    No different from the others.
    Elisabetta

  • Crimson Tears

    Crimson Tears

    Crimson tears came from my deep distress
    As I was wandering infinitely until the edges of time
    Despair became my safe dwelling
    And solitude was just a necessity
    For I was unloved and lonely

    In dungeons of grief and sorrow, I found myself
    Depriving myself of solace was my favourite forte
    I soaked in depression until I drowned deep in the abyss of self-destruction
    I chose to live in chaos because I had lost my sanity
    Madness had become my guide and my wisdom

    I nullified my expectations and I indulged in destructive memories
    I drank from the toxic goblet of oblivion
    With the specific purpose to erase my heart
    Was that feasible?
    I knew not

    Unlearning all my knowledge and forgetting who I was
    I had become nothingness
    I had become a shadow of the underworld
    My soul had dissolved in the infinite void
    I could only feel the darkness take possess of my body

    Crimson tears hushed into rivers of blood
    While the incessant storm of the night locked me up
    In the total gloominess and in the most deafening silence
    I had found consolation in obliteration
    A funeral fanfare came to be my hymn of love and my final requiem

    I embraced death, and I faded away
    I was finally the queen of the realm of arcane shadows
    A kingdom where I ruled over the dead and wraiths
    Surrounded by hollow trees and sharp daggers
    And dressed with spider webs and fragments of vestiges

    I wandered through a mist filled with decay and ashes
    Where nothing changed not even the slow crawl of time
    No praises were to be found but only the pang of endings
    I lay beneath the deformed tree branches
    Among roots slick with damp and grave moss
    And the night closed over me like a tombstone.
    Elisabetta

  • Trapped Inside

    Trapped Inside

    Trapped inside
    by Esther Elizabeth Racah

    She was trapped inside those walls of stone,
    Trapped inside a box that was too small for the hope of finding a home.
    The air was void, the light was none,
    And every breath weighed more than lead.

    She scratched, she pounded, she screamed in vain,
    But silence mocked her endless strain.
    The box did not relent nor break,
    As fate tightened the chains of her fate.

    The walls were near, yet out of reach,
    Their cold touch whispered of defeat.
    Each corner held a darker shade,
    As light and hope began to fade.

    Cruel fate, the weaver of that snare,
    Threaded her despair with bitter care.
    An unseen hand that bound her soul,
    Ensuring that she would never be whole.

    She twisted, she turned, she tried to flee,
    But every movement tightened her.
    Her mind, a prisoner of its own,
    A labyrinth of fears unknown.

    Fate laughed, a sound so cold and bare,
    As dreams dissolved into burnt air.
    The box was small, yet endless too,
    A world she could not travel through.

    And so she sat, resigned, alone,
    That box, her cage, became her throne.
    No door to open, no path to take,
    Just fate and nothingness were the cruel architects of deception.

    In that confined, eternal space,
    She saw no end, no saving grace.
    The walls closed in, the ceiling fell,
    And she was lost within its hell.

    Fate smiled, its grip tight and strong,
    As she remained where she belonged.
    In that box, that wretched place,
    She faced the truth, the final trace.

    That there she’d stay, trapped and bound,
    By fate’s decree, without a sound.
    Trapped inside, with no light to find
    And no rescue to find.

    That box owned her for eternity,
    Trapped inside fate,
    Trapped in silence,
    Trapped inside death,
    With no escape.

  • 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

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