Tag: forsakenness

  • Supreme Desolation

    Supreme Desolation

    Supreme desolation in an oasis of lifeless dreams,
    Astray of the night and sweet memories of a time when the sun shined on the sky,
    Longings and phobias of a distant past and future melted away,
    In the sour taste of emptiness and darkness.

    Sorrows and grief descended upon the forest of joy and delight,
    Bringing despair and pain as incessant raindrops,
    While vanities vanished like phantoms in the void,
    Faraway from every hope and dream.

    A soft and untamed doom bloomed all over the silent night,
    Wherever a flower of death rose from the gardens of destruction,
    As a chaotic fate would have decided to the frost winds,
    In an abyss of storms and transformations.

    Supreme desolation of monotonous clouds,
    Among the many discoloured horizons of faded lights,
    When the skies are dark and mendacious like dirty lies,
    Betrayal of mischief and mediocrity.

    Hallucinations and nightmares ruled the night,
    Ready to illude and trap the enduring dreamers,
    In the realm of distorted shadows of repetitive and emotionless events,
    Slowly dissolving like snowflakes through the everlasting flames of intemperance.

    Sad fears gave way to hateful revenge,
    In an oblivious reality where silence screamed the loudest,
    Amongst ruins and remnants of lost strives,
    Eclipsed by the weight of forgotten sorrows.

    Within this bleak infinity, whispers and sighs indulged,
    Specs of what once was a chimaera now seeking renewal,
    In the depths of a vicious and relentless aether,
    A flicker of forsakenness, however faint, emerged.

    In the heart of desolation, there lay a spectre,
    A cruel reminder that amidst the gloom, dread endured,
    Though buried in the shadows of despair,
    Its faint glow ensnared the weary and enthusiastic souls in torment.

    The night stretched on, and dreams grew twisted,
    For in the darkest hours, only the abyss waited patiently,
    And from the ashes of anguish and despair,
    No dawn would have risen; only endless obscurity persisted.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Motionless Dream

    A Motionless Dream

    A motionless dream
    And a new dash.
    Just then and so
    I am writing
    In my life’s way.
    It is not to
    As I have written
    Reading
    This life by any means.
    The way
    Of being in a state of forsakenness
    Is uncertain
    Similar to the nothingness
    Which doesn’t endure permanently
    So many fractions can be found in me
    Even more diversified than my thoughts
    And everything will end up
    Breaking into fragments
    Even though once it has been whole as a soul.
    In a motionless dream
    The ocean breaks down,
    And I fall down in the quietness.
    In my soul’s dreams
    I do not know where or when
    Whenever a world is hidden;
    Of all the visible things
    There is nothing better than
    A motionless dream
    That has left all that’s gone.
    A motionless dream
    Of nothing, I should have lost.
    I wish to breathe into it.
    It was like the wind-song
    When it was on my head.
    Not a single shadow
    But darkness, at this very moment,
    And more than anyone
    Who doesn’t know if you are born?
    Is what could be thought
    Not always
    On Earth or outside the universe,
    Everything has been lost
    No apparent transformation, even so, has ever been.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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