Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: oblivion

  • Perpetually Lost

    Perpetually Lost

    Perpetually Lost

    Perpetually lost in the neverness of hopes
    It cannot be back what is forever lost
    They cannot be back those who nevermore will find a real dimension
    Once they are in another realm
    The lugubrious grief is not an amiable counterpart at most
    Being a shadow of every memory and prospect
    An encomiastical tale of a glorious bliss
    Eternally lost in a furtive instant
    A surreal and silent melody
    Stolen by the wind of the emotions
    Far-fetched beliefs of an idyll
    The need to trust a tainted truth fell into the abyss of misery
    And comfort can only be achieved in constant oblivion.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Disgrace Of A Final Illusion

    The Disgrace Of A Final Illusion

    The Disgrace Of A Final Illusion

    The disgrace of a final illusion when the whisper of the wind shakes the slumbering soul
    With no possibility of redemption and no chance of return
    The darkness of the void conceals a hidden truth
    A vile disdain for guileless oblivion is intertwined with ambitious wisdom whose vanity fades away in the ethereal
    Nothing is lost once every trace of memory is completely erased
    Silent and invisible is the world of the imaginations and dreams
    The realm of the lost souls is entangled in a labyrinth of fantasies
    Where chimaeras become the fatal snares of forsaken souls.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • As I Forget To Have Fear

    As I Forget To Have Fear

    As I Forget To Have Fear

    As I forget to have fear
    My desires overwhelm me
    And my passions burn my soul alive
    Until I vanish into the oblivion
    Becoming evanescent
    Nobody can see me
    Nobody can touch me
    What remains of me
    It is only the memory of a part of me
    Which the material world stole from me
    They grabbed only fragments of myself
    Never my whole self
    They wanted to grab insanely pieces of me
    But they never touched my soul
    Being always hidden inside a rose bush full of thorns.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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