Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: haunting memories

  • In The Abyss Of My Thoughts

    In The Abyss Of My Thoughts

    In the abyss of my thoughts
    I felt the shadows of my dark memories
    All over my dreams like hunting ghosts
    Feeding my fears with their perfidy

    I felt the chills of my terrible past
    Breaking my heart into a myriad of disillusions
    I begged my broken mirrors not to bring to life those remembrances
    Crowding my nightmares in desolate nights of anguish

    Everything now seems so different and irreversible
    My cries are full of tears of liberation
    Even though I cannot escape from the labyrinth of my mind
    It feels like my soul aches has become my radiance

    My nightmares came to be my companions
    I’m unbound from my ancestral ropes
    Nevertheless
    My soul is overwhelmed with a cloudy trepidation

    I strive to endure all those ghouls
    Surrounding me like unexpected ancestors
    Whenever they visit me by day and night
    Covering my fragile voice with their scary howls

    In vain, I begged them to definitely vanish
    But they came back over and over again
    Nothing could prevent them from visiting me
    And I struggle to welcome them as welcome guests

    In the abyss of my thoughts
    I rely on my hopes to linger like a lost butterfly
    While every storm tries to bring me back to the castle of blight
    Committed to the solemn oath of silence and forgetfulness

    In vain, I implored all the stars of the night sky to find a haven
    Not even the immense ocean waves were willing to listen to my concerns
    Whenever my heart aches, it echoes all over the universe
    Loneliness evolved into my only safe island of peace

    I wished I could continue to live inside my sparkling cloud of illusions
    I desired to be the princess of my dream kingdom
    However, there I lingered
    In the abyss of my thoughts.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Memories Of The Past

    The Memories Of The Past

    The memories of the past drag me into their swirling realm of despair.
    Alone, I find myself in a desolate place, a pit of the living dead—buried memories in the graveyard of my past. All I see are rows of lifeless trees.

    I pretend it is autumn, or perhaps winter, yet in truth this entire landscape is but a reflection of my dead and decaying soul.
    The darkness of the night does not frighten me—on the contrary, it is part of me. I am no longer who I once was; I have become a spirit of the night.

    The emptiness within me is filled with fears and regrets, and with all that I have lost unconditionally and irreversibly—things I shall never have again. And thus, the wreck of my existence: not only is it wretched, but also laden with pain.

    My cries of pain and my screams of despair are worth nothing. I have never been worth anything—only to wither my soul, already inscribed with daggers of disappointment and betrayals, inflicted by monstrous and mortally deplorable beings.

    All my crumpled desires and shattered dreams lie underground among the remnants of my memories and regrets. Left without emotions and left without words, I surrender to my nightmares, to my anguished obsessions that permeate my heart and tear it into a thousand pieces.

    My tormentors advance relentlessly, ready to tear me apart and destroy me in oblivion and forgetfulness. How much longer I must suffer, I do not know. I only know that cruel fate has entrusted me to the ship of the wretched and lost souls.

    The memories of my past haunt me insolently and give me no peace, and so I shall spend the eternity of my non-existence as a restless spirit.
    Elisabetta

  • Lost Desires

    Lost Desires

    In the chamber, dust collects on dreams,
    Lost desires whisper through the seams.
    Love letters yellowed with time,
    Words once fervent now seem like a crime.

    Fading photographs on the wall,
    Captured moments where shadows fall.
    Once vibrant hopes, now ghostly shades,
    Mirrors of deception cast enigmatic spells.

    A wilted rose waits in a forgotten vase,
    Each petal is a token of a vanished grace.
    Promises whispered beneath the moon,
    Now drift like leaves, a sorrowful tune.

    The clock chimes softly, a distant sound,
    Reminders of dreams buried underground.
    Longings linger like phantom’s sighs,
    What was lost cannot be denied.

    In the mirror’s reflection, a vacant stare,
    Lost desires haunt, a weight hard to bear.
    The heart aches for what might have been,
    For love unfulfilled, trapped in between.

    In empty passageways, the shadows play,
    Reminders of what slipped away.
    Conversations linger in the air,
    While silence echoes, a vacant glare.

    The fireplace crackles, its warmth long gone,
    Remembrances flicker like the break of dawn.
    Once shared moments, now bittersweet tales,
    As wandering through the halls of defeat.

    With every tear, a wish dissolves,
    In the abyss of sorrow, the heart twists.
    However, still, mortals chase those fading lights,
    In the hollow dark of endless nights.

    Lost desires bind like invisible chains,
    Each yearning whisper amplifies the pain.
    Finally, in the stillness, there lies a spark of darkness,
    A flicker of dismay lights up the eternity.

    Every heart mourns what’s lost to time,
    In the forsaken lore of lost desires,
    Among mysterious myths of love and longing,
    Forever undisclosed.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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