Tag: maze

  • Wandering In Dark Chambers

    Wandering In Dark Chambers

    Wandering in dark chambers where the bones of my memories were hung
    I was bound by enchanting spells to be a lost soul in an endless realm of emptiness
    Speechless as I became, I was just a living tragedy
    And darkness was my humble and gloomy dwelling
    Where I could be nobody without pretending to fulfil my wishes

    Definitely, all my desires and dreams were annihilated like extinguished flames
    No shame and delusion could have carved my name in my fate
    Because in the end, I didn’t pay attention to what was happening outside that realm of self-destruction
    No one would have rescued me from that nightmare
    Misery and grief were my relentless shadows, following wherever I was proceeding

    Wandering in dark chambers of agony, I was left to bleed out my very soul
    Enduring the most agonizing of sufferings, betrayed by my ancient illusions
    Silly dreams that once deceived me had become my merciless torturers, from whom I could not flee
    Hiding in the depths of gloom, I avoided crossing others’ paths, limping like a wounded animal,
    after having shed my last tears
    Swaying in uncertainty and restlessness, I lie in decay, as I know that I’m destined to the eternal doom

    Faded visions stroked my heart and I had the certitude that nothing could be more possible but drinking the poison of my own illusions
    My heart is a ravine with a thirst for silent collapse with a collar made of misery and decay
    The tragedy of being was embedded into my essence and I shed tears
    The hushed fate misled me into a maze of dust and decline that I was not aware of
    The untold secrets of my past remained buried underneath the garden of chagrin and preordained to stay forever there
    And I kept wandering in the dark chambers of my unending descent.
    Elisabetta

  • I Forgot How To Smile

    I Forgot How To Smile

    I forgot how to smile
    In this world of pain and disguise
    Masks and phantoms are all around
    Barely pretending to unleash the truth
    When mirrors reflect sparkling golden and silver bonds

    I forgot how to be free
    Not falling into beautified traps with magnificent ceilings
    Listening to the real sound of the wind
    Whenever I breathe the fresh air of solitude
    Dizzy and bewildered in a maze of deception and pitfalls

    I forgot how to fly
    And cover my eyes with the leaves of souvenirs
    Forgetting my name and the soil where I walk on
    Nonsense should be my wisdom
    Until I recognise the beauty of invisibility

    Claustrophobic fears deceive me
    Erasing all the strength I own
    Striving to filter the misery in the lake where I drown
    Silently closing my eyes so that I don’t cry anymore
    Choking in a narrow way where I forgot how to scream

    In the ethereal, unending, and eternal quest
    I seclude myself in the abyss of silence and invisibility
    Unconscious and reckless like a crystal in the deepness of the sea
    No shadows or mirrors are my acquaintances
    With no difference between the day and night

    I forgot how to forget
    Whilst fleeting the shallow castles of idiocy and phenomenon
    Waiting for the paper cards to fold and burn in the fire of fairness
    Once more and forever ignoring the ominous dread of depravity
    Standing like a small leaf falling on the cold soil of the oblivion

    I might have forgotten the slumber of my joyful days
    When I lived in the unconsciousness of my thoughts
    Confident that my soul would be delighted forever in the dimness of the betrayal
    Believing that the toxic clasp of doom would have enlightened my life
    Having become captive to a terrible spectre

    I forgot how to smile with a blank mind and closed eyes
    I might have been able to travel far away
    Once and for all, in the idiosyncratic of my imagination
    Deluding myself in glares and wonders
    When after all, I dwell in a dark hollow, I claim to be my fortress.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • In The Metaphysical Realm Of Words

    In The Metaphysical Realm Of Words

    In the metaphysical realm of words
    Where beauty resides
    My untamed heart with passion abides
    Free verses fly guided by pure and bright emotions

    Words caress my soul
    Like gentle raindrops falling on the ground
    With whispers soft and profound
    Waves of dreams and desires unveil truths and ignite poetic fires

    In the depths of darkness, there is the light
    And eloquence paints the starry night
    Rhymes dance like fireflies in the sky
    Illuminating hearts as they depart towards desire, where all pain ends

    Through the pen, a silent voice expresses the voiceless
    Unveiling the unseen, the forgotten, and the timeless with empathy
    Poems, like melodies, linger in the air
    A symphony of emotions beyond compare

    The capture of moments, fleeting and divine
    Transcending time in each rhythmic line
    Might and grace trap words that are a relief in a world full of strife
    Through verses, reality heals and mends

    In the metaphysical realm of words
    Where thoughts and dreams are ethereal
    I wander through the cosmic maze
    Seeking truths in mysterious ways

    I delve into the depths of the mind
    Where consciousness and spirit bind
    Exploring realms beyond the seen
    Where reality and fantasy convene

    In the metaphysical realm of words, time loses its hold
    As I journey through stories untold
    The boundaries of existence blur
    As I traverse the metaphysical stir

    Visions of alternate dimensions unfold
    As my perception begins to behold
    The interconnectedness of all that is
    In this cosmic prom, where everything lives

    I ponder the nature of reality
    As I unravel the threads of discrepancies
    Seeking the essence that lies within the concealed and unknown
    In the depths of this metaphysical spin

    In the metaphysical realm of words, where thoughts dissolve in the aether
    I embrace the mysteries, day and night
    For in the metaphysical’s embrace
    I find solace, wonder, and endless grace

    So I let myself wander through the darkness and emptiness
    Exploring the depths of the invisible
    Unveiling the secrets that the universe holds
    Mysteries disguised in remembrances are forever kept in a treasure chest.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Moping In Solitude

    Moping In Solitude

    Moping in solitude
    Loyalty and pleasure
    And a strange state of daze
    It was neither plain nor fair
    Yet as I sat alone
    A weary heart desiring to go
    So lost at last
    I’m alone in everything
    With dreams made of light
    Before the eternal death
    Suffering the time with faith
    Discovering absurdities and disappointment

    Moping in solitude,
    Every time I woke up
    And it would be a happy day
    I walk around and fancy
    It seems so little the pain I felt
    To think again about how people acted and thought
    The world is up to see an end
    And I’ll see where I am going
    The reason I have the capability to do so
    One moment, of course, would be enough
    Then know not even a day of desire
    All would be easy but disgrace

    Moping in solitude
    Not looking for any doubt
    I’d like something unrealistic and unreasonable
    I found another smile today from the night
    Now trying to feel overwhelmed by too many impressions
    Over and over again
    On a pleasant highway
    There was not even one reason to stay
    But the road has gone high,
    And, of course, loneliness
    Where love grew dark
    While seeing smirking faces

    Moping in solitude
    Such wonder that’s so fake and useless
    A decadent comfort
    If the end would come
    Because I always knew what was now
    I shouldn’t care
    But listening to the last image
    That would be very pretty
    And yet it really cannot be known
    Of what kind of things
    I must seem to reach out too far
    Beyond any limit and imagination.

    I might envision my defeat
    Loyal to my dreams
    And always lost in the maze of discomfort
    Always hated but never forgotten
    The disease of the ordinary doesn’t affect me
    I will never conform to others’ will.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Blissful Swoon

    A Blissful Swoon

    A Blissful Swoon

    A blissful swoon as an unexpected sigh
    A brutal daze as a distorted evanescence
    When a distant echo of archaic fantasies resurfaces
    Like a relic from the depths of an infinite abyss
    Where the utmost devastation swallows every bliss and longing
    Where there is no place for integrity and probity
    A passionate taint leaves an indelible blemish on every fragment of spark
    A strayed bond of deception and devotion is destined to dissolve in a flare
    A radiant eternity hides inside a dim disintegration
    A surreal cloud is lost in every dreaming sorrow
    Shining glazes soothe emotions soaring through an enigma
    Ethereal glimmers wander in the silent maze of mystic blazes.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Uncertainty Of A Lost Dream

    The Uncertainty Of A Lost Dream

    The Uncertainty Of A Lost Dream

    The uncertainty of a lost dream in the realm of the blankness
    In the most remote place of the imagination
    Where every soul gets lost in the labyrinth of the darkness
    When it seems that every hope vanished and every clarity had been erased
    The silence whispers all the secrets that hover in the ethereal
    Where the deception and the honesty blend together, creating a profanity of senses
    Confusion and bewilderment become the sweet refuge of the dejected souls
    Miserable is the foul frolic of the spirits that lost themselves in the maze of the stupor
    Like in an endless nightmare that might fade as soon as the hallucinations vanish away
    When the torpor ceases to feed every spirited soul, once the despair rules the realm of the imperceptible.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Maze Of My Dreams

    The Maze Of My Dreams

    The Maze Of My Dreams

    The maze of my dreams is my secret realm
    Where absurdity and rationality gather in harmony
    Being awake with thousands of tears burning my face
    I realise that my only safe shelter is my imagination
    Faraway from a frigid and ruthless reality
    The maze of my dreams is an invisible place with no physical dimensions
    Over there, illusions are material, and my dreams become heartfelt
    No matter if I might lose all the time of my life
    I will keep dreaming surrounded by deceptive illusions
    Feeling futile and incomprehensibly alienated from this society
    Faraway from human sight, I am like a shapeless drop of water
    My appearance deceives everyone, and I can take any shape I wish
    I blend with the royal blue sky of the night
    And I take advantage of the shining of the stars.
    Esther Racah

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