Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: lost desires

  • 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

  • An Ocean Of Agony

    An Ocean Of Agony

    An ocean of agony. Agony? Flowers withered, desires… lost?
    Lores swallowed—dreams once breathing, now?
    Drowned in chasms—forsaken tales, endless falling,
    Where do they go? Nowhere.

    Shadows flicker, flicker, waves broken, broken,
    Moonless night, secrets scream,
    Silent cacophony—cries dead, desires dead,
    Labyrinths…? No exits. Only fright.

    Gnarled phantoms—clawing, reaching,
    Grasping at… what? Shattered? Nothing.
    Time twists—spirals into venom. A kiss—no time.
    Fracture. It fractures. It’s gone.

    Whispers—wind’s cruel—madness—wind?
    Melodies lost. Chaotic, despairing.
    Bones…? Memories? Brittle. Shattered.
    Scattered in the void—where? Void light—? Can’t breathe.

    An ocean of agony. The void watches. Always watches.
    Dreams torn apart—veil shredded—
    Sighs—rambling—wicked? Toll. Toll.
    Come closer—the land of the dead, lost in lost.

    Fragments. Bent. Distorted—truth? Lies?
    Mirrors reflect nothing—shattered spheres—
    Shadows blur—light is gone—blend—
    Dance of… chaos? Fear? Born in fear. Fearborn.

    Phantoms through the haze—whispers…
    Fractured tongue—no sense—nonsense—
    Maze, maze, shifting maze—
    Reason is dead—turmoil reigns—no king, no queen.

    Twisted vines—thoughts entwine, smother, choke—
    Sense fades—gone. Chaos reigns.
    Puppet to shadows, shadows dance—
    Surreal? No. Unreal. Unreal.

    An ocean of agony. Tangled paths—no direction. Nowhere.
    Step—fall, step—fall, the unknown devours.
    Fair? No fairness. Just echoes—
    Forgotten. Forgotten. Moan. Gone.

    The cold gaze of nothingness—silent, lingering,
    Souls adrift—a sea of… something? Despair?
    Spark is gone. Shadows rule. Shadows? Shadows.
    Ensnared. Gone.

    Echoes—never was—nothing was—
    Ocean of nothing—agony? Lost flowers?
    Cause forgotten—gone—gone—
    In chaos. In rest.

    Echoes—forgotten—twisting, gone, swirling, gone.
    Silence cracks, cracks, nothing is right, nothing is wrong—
    Prisms shatter, thoughts unravel—colours spill,
    Bleed—black, dark, no light—no light at all.

    An ocean of agony. Spirals twist inward—collapse! Day? Day gone.
    Void swallows—shadows play—play what? Nothing—
    Despair hums—faint? Not there. Barely there—
    Lurking, waiting, dead air—dead air.

    Relics crumble—dreams shattered—forgotten!
    Slip—fall—cracks in seams, seams broken—gone.
    Time—thread, thread, snaps! No weaving, only dread.
    Tangled—chaos—unravelled—where does it go?

    An ocean of agony. In the end? No end—
    Fragments scattered—fearborn pain.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Mirrors Of Dreams

    Mirrors Of Dreams

    Mirrors of dreams kept the reflections of shadows,
    Dark reflections caught every stare.
    Mirrors were ghostly relics,
    Revealing tales of forgotten woes.

    Dreams danced on silvered glass,
    Glimmers of hope from a distant past.
    In each mirror, a story gleamed,
    Of shattered desires that screamed.

    In the candle’s flicker, light waned,
    Casting eerie and arcane spells.
    Specs of dreams turned to dust,
    Vanishing softly as memories rusted.

    The mirrors of dreams held a silent gaze,
    Witnesses to longings’ decay.
    Yearnings, once bright, grew dim and pale,
    Trapped forever in this spectral magic.

    Amongst the cobwebs, shadows crept,
    Custodians of the illusions that slept.
    Their haunting shapes in silence roamed,
    In a manor where lost dreams wailed.

    The dreams spoke of nights long gone,
    Of promises made at the break of dawn.
    Now, they lingered in spectral hue,
    Mirrors of dreams, fragments of oaths once sworn.

    In the silence, a chilling swirl
    Stirred the dust of old decrees.
    Mirrors of dreams now cracked and worn,
    Reflected lives forever torn.

    Each reflection bore a scar,
    A witness to wishes afar.
    In the abyss of silence, their lore remained concealed,
    Dreams betrayed, now dark and cold.

    In every mirror’s haunted frame,
    Lay legends of a curse.
    Dreams once harboured, now bereft,
    In the gloom, they were left.

    Through manors and castles, the silence stretched,
    Amongst the mirrors, visions appeared lifeless.
    In frigid alcoves, where shadows crept,
    Lay the mirrors of dreams, inert.

    Through endless nights when silence screamed,
    Mirrors of dreams haunted slumbers,
    In their chasms, the past was buried,
    Reflecting truths that darkness hid.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Realm Of Solitude And Death

    The Realm Of Solitude And Death

    The realm of solitude and death was the reality of the empirical world,
    Where the paroxysm of loud emptiness and obscenity extinguished the frail beauty and delight.

    Somewhere between the darkness and light, there was a realm of lost desires,
    With no expectations left but only a bitter awareness.

    Soft-spoken words, once tender like nocturnal whispers, were swallowed by the abyss of emptiness,
    Their gentle promises were gripped by a greedy void that rendered them meaningless.

    In such a harsh landscape, beauty was turned into a fleeting spectre, easily consumed by the relentless nothingness,
    Delight, once magnificent and resplendent, had withered under the weight of pervasive desolation.

    Dreams and aspirations lay scattered, their essence extinguished by the crushing weight of a cruel reality,
    Echoes of unfulfilled longings were carved on the cold stones of a barren infinity, starkly contrasting with dreams.

    Every utterance, every mellow promise, disappeared into the darkness,
    The silence, absolute and isolating, caused even the most earnest expressions of feelings to be meaningless.

    The realm of solitude and death induced fragments of hope and beauty to be forever eclipsed,
    Forever forsaken in the relentless march of blankness and sorrow.

    Crying out of despair was just useless because of the imperishable cruelty of fate.
    All the ghostly puppets were powerless, and with time, they believed only to be worthless.

    The terrific silence of the annihilation echoed in the entire universe,
    Where the obscurity destroyed even the faintest flicker of light.

    In this vast emptiness, the stars seemed to mourn in their loneliness; their once bright glow was now reduced to a cold, apathetic shimmer.

    The veil of existence was but a thin cloth, easily torn by the ceaseless winds of despair, leaving behind only relics of bygone days.

    Amidst this astral desolation, expectations lay buried beneath layers of relentless darkness, suffocated by the heaviness of the eternal void.

    Each moment persisted, a remembrance of the unyielding nature of this forsaken realm, where the past and future dissolved into an infinite abyss of sorrow.

    And so, the abyss of solitude and death remained, an unending memento of the demise of lost dreams, where even echoes of existence faded into eternal quietness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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