Tag: fragments

  • Fragments of Pang

    Fragments of Pang

    Fragments of pang had been what remained after the storm of betrayal and deception,
    Having destroyed every hope and delight in the garden of dreams and desires.
    Beneath the silvered sky, where shadows twisted and writhed,
    The mournful wind sighed through the trees, whispering the names of the dead.

    Tears had fallen from broken statues, their faces frozen in an eternal lament,
    As vines of despair coiled around forgotten graves,
    And the moon had cast its pallid glow upon the crumbling walls of forgotten chapels,
    Where echoes of dismal laments lingered like ghosts in the mist.

    In that desolate place, where time itself had seemed to abandon its course,
    The air was replete with sorrow, heavy with undisclosed secrets.
    The raven had perched high above, its eyes reflecting a darkness deeper than the night,
    Watching with cold indifference as ghouls wandered aimlessly below.

    No solace had been found in that ruinous haven,
    Only the faint murmur of lost hope, swallowed by the abyss of time.
    The candles that once burned bright in the halls of joy had long since flickered out,
    Leaving only the void to claim what was left of a shattered heart.

    Amidst the ruins, a sculpture had stood cloaked in mourning,
    Its face hidden beneath a veil of grief,
    Waiting, always waiting, for the return of what was never meant to last.
    And so the night had stretched on, endless and unforgiving,
    As the world slowly forgot everything, what had remained within those walls were only fragments of pang.

    The ancient doors had creaked, their hinges rusted with centuries of neglect,
    Opening to a hall draped in shadow, where silence reigned supreme.
    Cobwebs had veiled forgotten portraits, faces blurred by time’s cruel hand,
    Their eyes had seemed to follow, scrutinising, though none were left to speak.

    Each stair step seemed to bend through the emptiness, a faint reminder of those who had tread there before,
    Doomed to wander, searching for deliverance in a place forsaken by light.
    The stained glass windows, splintered and dim, had wept colours long faded,
    Casting spectral hues on the cold stone floor like fragments of a shattered past.

    A faint susurration had dwelled in the hollow corridors—
    It did not belong anymore to any living entity but only to broken vows and wrecked promises.
    Words had been lost in the wind, although the pain had still lingered in that eerie domain,
    A haunting refrain of love betrayed, of hearts sundered by the cruel hand of fate.

    There, beneath the weight of centuries, the walls themselves had seemed to whimper,
    As if they remembered every misery that had passed within their embrace.
    The ceiling, a vault of darkness, had offered no stars to guide the lost,
    Only the oppressive heaviness of forgotten dreams trapped in endless night.

    Beyond the hall had lain a forgotten vault where stones and crystals had stood vigil,
    Like haunting faces turned heavenward in silent, mournful invocations.
    But no utopia had answered their plea; the sky above had remained as cold and indifferent
    As the graves, offering neither comfort nor release.

    There, the cold soil itself had seemed to breathe with ancient dread,
    A slow, shuddering sigh beneath the feet of those who had dared to tread.
    Gravestones had tilted and cracked, their inscriptions worn smooth by the passage of time,
    And, all those mortal names had been forgotten; their suffering had remained etched in the wind.

    Fragments of pang had wandered, lost among the tombstones and ruins,
    As solitary wraiths in a world of decay, bound to the pain of what once was.
    Since in that place, time had held no meaning, no mercy, only the endless march of despair,
    As the night had stretched on, unyielding, beneath the weight of a cruel and cynical fate.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Forbidden Pains

    Forbidden Pains

    Forbidden pains stirred in the depths of her soul,
    Unspoken whispers, shadows that stole
    Her every breath, her every cry,
    In the cold abyss where dreams go to die.
    She wandered through halls that none dared to tread,
    Where the air was thick with things unsaid.
    Ghosts of memories shattered and torn,
    Clung to the walls like a rose’s thorn.

    Her hands reached out to grasp what was lost,
    But time had ravaged at too high a cost.
    The weight of sins, unspoken and deep,
    Bound her in chains too heavy to keep.
    In every corner, her soul did strain,
    Against the shackle of forbidden pains.

    The windows, once bright with a hopeful light,
    Now mirrored only the eternal night.
    Her voice, a whisper drowned in the wind,
    Echoed the loss of all she’d have aligned.
    The halls grew tighter, the air grew thin,
    Trapped in a labyrinth of guilt and din.
    Her heart beat slow, her breath drew fast,
    A prisoner to memories that couldn’t last.

    She stumbled through visions of what could have been,
    Her reflection was a ghost on the glass so thin.
    Shattered pieces of who she once was
    Lay scattered in fragments, lost in the cause.
    Each step she took was a cry of despair,
    Forbidden pains whispered through the air.

    The portraits wept as she passed by,
    Eyes dark as the sorrow in the sky.
    The doors creaked open, but none let her flee,
    For her past had built the walls of this sea.
    No salvation in sight, no escape from the chains,
    Only the endless weight of forbidden pains.

    At last, she stood on the edge of her fate,
    A shadow waiting at the midnight gate.
    The stars blinked out one by one,
    As her soul unravelled, the thread undid.
    Forbidden pains, her eternal refrain,
    Echoed forever in sorrow’s domain.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Shells Of Memories

    Shells Of Memories

    Shells of reveries in the quiet silence of the night,
    Unreachable places that don’t exist anymore but in ethereal memories,
    Shattered dreams lingering behind shadows.

    Still reveries, once vivid, now grown dim,
    Like ghostly whispering on the wind,
    Glimmering weakly in twilight’s grasp,
    Lost in time, they slipped and rasped.

    Soundless images faded into the emptiness,
    In the dimming light of forgotten places,
    Where happiness once rang clear and bright,
    Now, only sorrow haunted the night.

    Echoes of bliss once demure,
    Now but spectres, obscure,
    Haunted the corners of the imagination,
    Leaving emptiness behind.

    In the crypt of broken memoirs,
    Where each dream might have been the last,
    Skeletons of memories lay,
    In the graveyard of goodbye.

    Intricate threads of fate in the silent abyss,
    Where memories faded,
    And nightmares were the relentless thieves behind shadows of longings,
    While stole moments wove grief.

    Castles in the air became ruins of despair,
    As midnight’s secrets hid behind a mosaic of stars in a forgotten sky,
    At the echoes of tales of tears and sighs,
    Fading slowly into the moonlight.

    Relics of memories etched in the sand,
    Were washed away by time’s burden,
    In the gentle rise and fall of life’s tide,
    Everything that once was whole is now fragmented.

    Whispers of ancient times were faint and frail,
    Like petals of autumn that drifted in the gale,
    In the infinite chasm, they dwelt,
    Forsaken and erased from the memory of the emptiness.

    The abyss of eternity swallowed everything into oblivion,
    Where existence faded into the endless expanse.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Dark Nightmares

    Dark Nightmares

    Dark nightmares of morning glow
    They were rising like a gentle breeze
    Like heavy clouds begun to wander
    Across the infinite horizon of my sight
    The pleasant summer nights faded from my memories
    Till the moon came gently down and my eyes gazed a far candle
    In a dark chamber of grey stones
    Remembering the sunny weather of the past years
    I never ceased to build my castle
    Writing down broken notes

    Dark nightmares
    As all the visions from a distant past are gone
    And now my nightmares are glued with pains
    When memories become dark, the whole world disappears
    Cold dreams are like the frosty winter wind
    In time I must flee, and my voice becomes true
    As long as I’m alive and anguish pricks my heart
    I live in a dim silence
    A lotus grazes my imagination
    Still lost within myself

    Dark nightmares of my senses’ slumber
    The long loneliness of my heart
    Moments lost in the world
    Like shadows of a dream
    Not a breath in my own mind
    Thoughts belonging to the labyrinth of my soul
    Far in the mist
    Lying deep inside of myself
    My wishes do bother me
    Every time I glimpse the pain in my heart

    Dark nightmares drag me to the infinite abyss of despair
    So dismal and cold is my soul that it became dead
    I’ve grown so restless in sorrow
    While nothing in my life occurs but silent dreams
    The sky is only a cold essence
    And I am forever lonely
    I walked through the darkness with a blue wind hitting me
    Like tiny daggers slashing my skin
    When a hasty storm broke the clouds into dust
    Hushed by a mournful silence, I embraced my everlasting grief.

    Dark nightmares and illusions
    They came and shed darkness
    While each memory bent my emotions
    A swarthy shudder whispered unrevealed secrets
    A sea of fire emerged at the sound of my tears
    Madness and dismay became my consolation and comfort
    Fleeing from an insane lodging
    In a fleeting moment where fragments of my soul were scattered in the cold gusts of indifference
    Buying busy weeping my broken dreams
    When the shadows of the clouds cast a spell on me.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Subliminal Paresis Of My Soul

    The Subliminal Paresis Of My Soul

    The subliminal paresis of my soul
    Oblivion is the poesy of mind
    Vanity and treasures are the paroxysms of nullity
    I began to strive for my hopeless dreams
    Without any intention of conquest
    Disconnected from useless inquiry
    Disintegrated is my soul
    Split in multiple fragments
    In a life hanging by a thread
    The hallucinations devastate me
    Falling into a sunken world
    With the purpose of spoiling every hope of mine
    Transforming constantly into some new shape
    Like an amorphous entity

    The subliminal paresis of my soul
    Shrinking in an unloveable world
    I never felt so nonsensical and translucent
    Like the death inside space
    The universe’s beauty is an image of my thoughts and beliefs
    My spiritual visions are a reflection of the dimness of my imagination
    Nothing but the wisdom of emptiness in the eternity
    Without any proper understanding of the occurrences will happen
    In the needlessness of lives
    Many exquisite moments and memories are forgotten forever
    I will become unknown as I never existed
    Forsaken in a mean destiny
    Time continues to fail inquisitively serene
    Rejecting the day’s eternal night

    The subliminal paresis of my soul
    The blinking of the time passing incessantly
    There is no reason I would not suffer indifference
    Though my mind is pure as well as my heart
    I will always mourn the mediocrity of the material objectification
    That should be a secret of mine
    But I will always express myself until I breathe at the very last
    The truth could be the world’s treasure rather than a shameful blame
    Not too smart enough to sugarcoat the horrid and havoc
    At the end of the eternity
    I will never get lost in another’s perspectives
    As I am changeless and immutable in my perpetual unpredictable disposition
    Nothingness and void are my welcomed companions
    In the darkness of the nights
    When the silence hushes my breath, I shut my eyes, sorrowful.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Comfortless Dreary Sky

    A Comfortless Dreary Sky

    A comfortless dreary sky
    A terrific and beautiful tempest
    Made of anguishes and broken dreams
    Once they belonged to the realm of quests and stupor
    But interrupted in the very moment of truth and beauty
    To become fragments of a whole nightmare
    In the abyss of ineptitude and betrayal
    I might question the night about my future
    It may come in fanfare sounds and sparkling obscurity
    Obscenity and banality don’t belong to my realm
    Maybe it is the case I change my windows in front of a sarcastic landscape
    Who could enquire what is real?
    So many fragile lies built under the shape of a high castle
    Not visible anymore
    Relying on the benefit of the doubt too many times
    I decided to move to another world
    Obsession for knowledge
    And the dominion of words and imaginary scenarios
    The obliteration of ignominious dreams in the darkness
    Dreaming is like breathing

    A comfortless dreary sky
    A misty veil of rain and storm
    A sublime ecstasy of a soothing slumber
    In an obscure realm of illusions and dismay
    Amidst a very midst of a dim sea
    The sun seems to glare through the gloomy clouds
    Cold darkness in existence with no thoughts or wisdom
    It abides only bliss beyond reality
    In a universe that is getting apart
    Whenever a dream reveals its mysteries from nothing
    The eternity of time is too far from the truth
    And brightness abides among the grey stars in the skies
    Greeting every emotion in vain
    My only place to be is with sorrows
    Which are no longer lies
    My heart became sweet as the snow
    My dark path conducts me to the loneliest room
    With gentle solitude and no comfort or rest
    Once the mystery of each star is disclosed
    A slight wind of fear will blow inside my soul.
    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

  • A Shining Cloud

    A Shining Cloud

    A Shining Cloud

    A shining cloud holds dreary whispers
    A silent shadow overwhelms magic memories
    A heavenly emptiness is waiting for the fragments of a vision
    A hidden sorrow surrenders to the eternity
    Seeking an envious star not glowing anymore
    A treasure is throbbing in an endless torment
    Obscure marvels wait with trepidation for the last moment of life
    To disappear into the unknown
    Once they have fallen victim to a farce
    Time encloses a silent promise
    A secret fear arises from a covenant
    A whisper blooms from an empty touch
    Every pointless instant flees the time transience
    Whilst every thought is flowing in a hidden radiance
    At the edge of an endless and elusive destiny.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Dismal Feast

    A Dismal Feast

    A Dismal Feast

    The insane dismay of the veiled truth
    When everything is shattering under the pressure of the infamous time
    None can claim a beloved treasure
    Except for the cathartic destruction of material essence
    A dismal feast of desires and intuitions
    Slowly, enduring anguish penetrates the wandering souls
    A sublime soft pain tears every spirit into infinite and eternal fragments
    In a perpetual motion that invariably affects the universal peace
    A metaphorical lullaby of bliss and pain awakes all the luminaries
    Inducing an ecstatic joy and an immortal stillness of the unconsciousness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Blankness Of A Broken Mirror

    The Blankness Of A Broken Mirror

    The Blankness Of A Broken Mirror

    Pale shadows reflect in a broken mirror
    Solitude gasps in the presence of silence
    Tumultuous visions of a coveted desire are scattered into nothingness
    The emptiness of the nightmares’ abyss swallows every hope and dream
    Every so often, darkness is beauty in disguise, hiding in the invisible
    The mystery of an unmentionable truth belongs to a time that never existed
    Broken mirrors reflect falsified spoils
    Obliviousness destroys every memory that becomes part of the void
    Souls in exile wander without peace
    In search of what they have eternally coveted
    Chaos dwells among the multitude of soul fragments
    Distorted images of souls are reflected in deformed mirrors
    Amorphous perceptions dissolve in the evanescence
    The distressing instant of a distant tumult blends in with the beauty of tragedy.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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