Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: poem

  • Beguiled by Doubt and Fear

    Beguiled by Doubt and Fear

    Beguiled by doubt and fear, I wandered in the darkness of the night, searching for deception and truth.

    I remembered that the sun had just set down slowly, diving into the ocean depths and dissolving completely.

    Struggling to keep myself alive, trying to not think and not remember, hence not suffering anymore.

    Successfully, I discovered refuge in the oblivion of my senses, no longer understanding what reality and illusion were.

    Sobbing and gasping until I couldn’t breathe anymore, I fell like a dead flower on the cold ground, and there I lay down, remaining senseless like a deadly slumber.

    I awoke in a new realm, but I was not alive anymore because I belonged to the kingdom of death and oblivion.

    I was happily dead for the rest of eternity, an ethereal and metaphysical creature rambling in an endless night.

    I was no longer living, beguiled by doubt and fear. Betrayal and lies were not part of my life anymore, and neither phoney love belonged to my realm.

    I was finally free from vultures and deception. My essence was pure, like a crystal gem shining under the moonlight.

    Alone, I wandered, and I still strolled among shadows and memories, feeling a grudge and the emptiness of the eternal night.

    Silence surrounded me like a haunting ghost, following me everywhere, always lingering. I heard nothing but the echoes of my own obsessions.

    Teardrops descended over my body, cold manifestations of my sorrow and my anguish, silent sighs of my despair and my invisible wounds.

    I embraced death and defeat forever, perceiving their cruel grasp over me; their wicked blade pierced me brutally until it shattered me to pieces.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Ocean of Gloominess

    The Ocean of Gloominess

    The ocean of gloominess stretched before me and beyond any imagination, displaying all its magnificence and supremacy.

    Fears and insecurities became ominous shadows that grew bigger, like intense storms dragging me deep into the abyss of oblivion.

    Freezing was the wind that embraced me with its long, spiky arms like a sweet and sour betrayal that ripped my heart.

    I would embrace non-existence rather than existence as a valley of distress and pain where I don’t find any place of joy and peace.

    Not relying on trust anymore, searching desperately for the truth buried underneath, I laid down on the cold soil, waiting for my eternal slumber to drag me away.

    Teardrops covered my face, freezing under the shapes of crystals and gems, now that nothing would have remained.

    And so, I became a part of that frozen realm where all the trees and flowers were made of insensitive frost.

    Not feeling anything anymore was my source of delight and amusement. I strived to forget all the memories as if I really never existed.

    The ocean of gloominess enticed me with its mystery and illusions, its sovereignty and cruelty.

    The nothingness lured me over and over again till I fell into the snare of the void where I coveted to finish like an ethereal dream of mine.

    Hence, I fainted again in a deadly slumber, a permanent one from which I couldn’t wake anymore, becoming just a frail, glimmering snowflake.

    Fleeting moments became remembrances to be obliterated like sand devoured by the wind. And dread overcame every little sparkle of mirth, leaving me adrift in the eternity of despair.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Magic Spells

    Magic Spells

    Magic spells manifested amid the night of ghosts and witches,
    Whose enchantments lured creatures, hearts and souls,
    In a realm of nowhere, where time stopped long ago.

    Silence and darkness ruled this enchanted world,
    Where the moon and the stars were witnesses to the magnificence of the night,
    In this devil-may-care domain, glooms and ghouls danced with glee.

    Arcane secrets were kept in cold and lifeless trees,
    Whose boughs gnarled and twisted, bearing the consequences of curses and hexes,
    Together with tales of ruin, despair, and broken verses.

    An elixir of ancient magic spells was smeared through the shrouded woods,
    Ethereal spirits roamed, guided by illusions, while searching for a dwelling,
    Wandering without any guidance, lost in the labyrinth of eternity.

    This abyssal lair was not a haven at all,
    Since the only loud noises were sobs of sorrow and the sharp tang of despair,
    While the ground beneath trembled with restless sighs.

    The stars were mourning, hidden in the skies,
    A cauldron bubbled with its fumes reaching high,
    In an eternal void, devouring the light.

    In this realm, sorceresses conjured dreams twisted and dire,
    Stirring the pot with wands of blood and fire,
    While embracing a doomed fate made of dread and shadows.

    In every corner, the void overcame life and hope,
    Keeping the secrets that time could not preserve,
    With every chant, a spell was cast, obliterating the past, the present, and the future.

    The night echoed as a requirement of endless pain,
    While shapes of dread evoked tales of the forgotten dead,
    Mocking the living with their eerie whizz.

    In this chimerical realm of endless plight,
    Desire and love were fleeting and banished lights,
    Since arcane arts tore apart both souls and hearts.

    When the night became a cursed precipice,
    Only an absolute silence rose bleak,
    Lingering like a haunting magic spell and leading to a shadowed hell,
    In this realm of nowhere, all became decay and death under the hex of magic spells.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Chasm of Chaos

    The Chasm of Chaos

    The chasm of chaos and fear gazed like a grotesque creature,
    With its jagged edges that were viciously shaped.
    It lived of despair and dread in the frozen emptiness of the realm of dreams,
    Like a maw of shadows and glooms, vast and bare.

    This ominous abyss was a silent expanse,
    While whispers rose chaotically like a mournful hymn,
    Pulling the light to this hollow kingdom of darkness,
    Where the stars had begun to fade and hope decayed.

    I was alone in this doomed abysm,
    Where time dissolved, and nothing prospered.
    No ground beneath, just the void’s retreat,
    Its pulse was a lament, slow and discrete.

    The chasm of chaos had allured with a spell of dread,
    Promising truths from the tears I’d shed.
    But all the truths it bore were forged in lies,
    A grave for a reason beneath dead skies.

    The lure grew intense, and my will had weakened,
    As terror bloomed, every resilience was drained.
    Into the depths, I had fallen down at last,
    Like a soul unmoored from the obscure past.

    And in its core, no life ever endured,
    Just chaos reigning like an uncontained ruler.
    The chasm of fear had claimed its privilege,
    And left behind, no glimmer, no fragment, no trace.

    The ravine sang a dirge such as a mournful and hollow cry,
    Its melody was like fractured winds that ceaselessly wailed.
    Each sob engraved wounds deep into my soul and my mind,
    Binding my essence to its darkness, confined like a buried flower.

    Its infinite gusts spiralled like a suffocating haze,
    Turning instants into aeons in its dark maze.
    No horizon was visible, and no mirth remained,
    Only clouds and shadows lingered with an agony that was ingrained into them.

    The deeper I sunk, the colder it grew,
    A realm where nightmares and despair accrued.
    Every heartbeat felt a remote memory like a misplaced echo,
    As the chasm’s grip obliterated all I’d embraced.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Ephemeral Sense of Oblivion

    An Ephemeral Sense of Oblivion

    An ephemeral sense of oblivion descended upon the decadent realm of darkness,
    As an ocean of sorrow and grief dissolved into the dim night sky,
    And stars were obliterated by the obscurity of the infinite void.

    Feeling like a tiny flower in the immensity of nightfall,
    I sensed the vast darkness of the sea claiming my soul,
    Unveiling remembrances as haunting, shadowed visions of my past.

    Feeling no fear, I wandered into the unknown depths of the night,
    My thoughts were ensnared by ghouls of the past,
    Catching glimpses of horrible, ambiguous visions.

    Bleeding teardrops descended from my heart,
    As awkward chaos consumed my mind,
    Drowning me in the vast ocean of memories.

    My sacrifices lay shattered, lost to dust and decay,
    In a slumber, I fell like a flower falling into a lake,
    Unaware of the consequences of my anguish.

    Dreaming about unrealistic expectations,
    Beneath the shadows of darkness, fears and vulnerabilities blossomed in a garden of brutality and chaos,
    Inside a labyrinth woven with twisted roots of dread.

    When the night disclosed secrets, they became venomous and sweet,
    While grotesque truths appeared beyond mirrors of hidden torments,
    Shards of fractured loves were scattered and jagged in the void.

    Through the dark maze, I staggered, each step sinking deeper,
    Each gloom revealed wounds that festered beneath my fragile longings,
    And despair suffocated me.

    A faint light emerged, flickering like a dying flame at the mercy of the winds,
    Pulling me closer with its eerie and unyielding spell,
    With the only promise that I was going to face oblivion’s embrace.

    The stars had vanished after they were swallowed whole by the void,
    Leaving me adrift in the profound ocean of my tacit dreads,
    And finally, the night consumed me entirely.

    An ephemeral sense of oblivion fractured my heart,
    Until I became nothing more than an erased memory,
    Forever lost in the decadent realm of darkness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Realm of Dust and Decay

    The Realm of Dust and Decay

    The realm of dust and decay was the place where I’d been hiding all my life, hopeless and devoid of love.

    A frozen spiderweb trapped me like a doomed dungeon full of wickedness, oppression and violence.

    Fate hasn’t been fair enough to grant me mirth and tranquillity but instead reserved me a prison of decay and lifeless despair.

    Invisible chains of control and oppression were twisted around my body, making me wish to fall into the abyss of death.

    The nights were too long to keep my sanity alive, long enough to remember that I was alive.

    Every night was too long to endure the chaos inside myself.

    Like a storm, each day was a struggle to keep me alive without any wisdom and future sight.

    Dreaming about oblivion and escape to a realm of dreams and illusions.

    Dreams and fantastic tales were the only evasions from my reality that displayed brutal colours among the tedious rituals of phoney perfection.

    Having lost my essence and my innocence, I became a non-living creature.

    Believing that couldn’t be more different, the reality surrounding me like an ominous dark cloud.

    I fell into the abyss of self-obliteration and resignation, swallowed by an undesirable fate.

    Living a life at the mercy of the winds and storms.

    Feeling a tiny flower floating in the vast ocean of the unknown.

    Mad nightmares were constant visions, like surrealist paintings of despair.

    My secrets became my only identity, kept hidden like a treasure.

    As a living paradox and contradiction, I was just part of the realm of dust and decay.

    And there was no escape from the labyrinth that held me captive, like a bird stripped of its wings.

    And, as if in an absolute dream, I longed only to vanish into the infinite darkness, never to emerge again.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Drifting Away

    Drifting Away

    drifting away into nothingness
    into the total self-destruction
    not caring about the reality anymore
    letting the oblivion swallow me
    until nothing remains but only my name carved on a cold stone

    drowning deeply into the abyss of death
    where I will not be anything anymore
    not even memories will be left
    just some rhyme in the realm of dreams and decay

    fearless desires could never be lit up like inextinguishable flames
    but only frozen feelings were ruling the realm of my dreams

    the garden of my lust and passions became a desert
    where weeds of indifference grew like majestic trees
    trees of obliviousness and shallowness

    all my devotion and cherished treasures of love were destroyed by the ominous fire of betrayal
    leaving me a crashed flower with no vital signs
    just a dead flower on the cruel soil made of artificial adoration

    It’s just like a broken doll without impulse and lymph
    left alone to starve the love she really needed
    ready to be devoured by the void like she never existed

    drifting away into the valley of death and obliteration
    glad to have disappeared forever
    with regrets and remorses cling to me like Ivy

    a cruel wind spoils my heart, breaking it into pieces
    leaving me senseless, like buried alive in a trap of disloyalty

    surrendering to my defeat, I let death ruin me
    becoming fragments of stars
    fading away from the world of hypocrisy and diseases

    my screams were just too silent to be heard
    my heartbeats stopped permanently
    nothing anymore was the same
    in a garden of decay and cruelty
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Sad Dreams

    Sad Dreams

    Sad dreams in the middle of a sleepless night,
    When silence ruled the realm of sounds,
    And the darkness was the only companion in the nocturnal fate,
    Faraway from tranquillity and joy.

    Sad thoughts provoked teardrops falling like a nighttime rain shower,
    Lost dreams became remembrances of chimaeras echoing their defeat.

    In an eternal dreamlike night, the clouds of illusions hid the pale countenance of the sombre moon,
    Which was jealous of the gleaming happiness of the stars,
    And the infinite void stared at the sky with a sense of wonder and uncertainty.

    Visions that belonged to an imaginary universe appeared like phantoms of desires and passions that were never meant to exist in the real world.

    The infinite nothingness concealed enigmas with sorrow and dread,
    Every reminiscence became a shadow, and every hope was extinguished by the coldness of the emptiness.

    Vast and oppressive utopias were the domains where the soul wandered desperately,
    Seeking consolation from the decayed ruins of broken oaths.

    And even in these forsaken lands, glooms clung to every dream,
    Betrayal etched itself into the fabric of love and devotion,
    Into a labyrinth of despair, where fragments of failure carved their mark,
    Souls were bound to an endless cycle of anguish and regret.

    Dreamers were burdened by the consequence of invisible chains of betrayal and disloyalty,
    They moved as though wading through rivers of ink and sand.
    The stars dimmed their gleam, offering no guidance,
    While the moon turned its pale face away in quiet disdain.

    The storm’s gusts carried the lament of epochs past,
    Their wails pierced the ethereal veil of endless nights.

    Are dreams supposed to perish, or do they live on in the dark, forsaken and unseen?
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Storm of Fire

    The Storm of Fire

    The storm of fire and water overcame the stillness of the night,
    Beneath a sky overcrowded with clouds and fire,
    A magnificent spectacle beyond every imagination,
    In the midst of the infinite emptiness.

    Darkness ruled this phantasmagorical realm of fantasy and reality,
    Where illusions and deception became the only reality,
    In a play of light and shadow beyond the visible world.

    Decadent longings blossomed like dead flowers,
    Waiting to be obliterated by the fallacious gleam of decayed stars,
    While every hope withered like smoke in the void,
    In the ephemeral realm of fleeting lusts and desires.

    Solitude and a melancholic nostalgia made sombre the sky,
    Where the moon wept silver tears upon the world of reality,
    Veiled by mantles of ash and forsaken sighs,
    lighting a requiem for dreams long buried.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Shrouds of Anguish

    Shrouds of Anguish

    Shrouds of anguish were overlooking the garden of delights,
    Casting dreadful shadows over the beautiful flower beds,
    Allowing just a tiny glimpse of light to shine through the eternal night,
    In the absolute silence of the darkness, where no one would have dared explore the most remote corners of secrecy.

    Far away from the remembrances of a distant realm,
    Mysterious creatures wandered still,
    Seeking remnants of magnificence lost in the wake of obliteration,
    In the tragic hope of being able to save what was left to cherish.

    Every exquisite dream faded like a fantastic chimaera,
    Lost in the darkness of indifference and stillness,
    Among shadows of laments and annihilation,
    In the vast ocean of nothingness.

    The suspense of fate was like a shining sword ready to obliterate capricious merriments,
    In a kingdom of lugubrious and mournful obsessions,
    Where light had to surrender to the gloom of despair,
    Among shrouds of anguish and disavowal.

    Tales of forgotten aeons lingered in the hollow chambers of the past,
    Threading through the labyrinth of forsaken joys,
    Like faint echoes of a requiem unsung,
    Haunting the ruins of a splendour once divine.

    The desolate soil resounded with the weight of memories too sombre to accept,
    Their jagged shards pierced through darkness’s veil,
    Drawing forth the anguish of eras long buried,
    A threnody that the earth could not quell.

    In the heart of the garden, a single bloom endured,
    Its petals were pale as the moon’s cold gaze,
    Quivering in defiance against the ravenous void,
    Yet bound to the world of sorrow and despair.

    Amidst the transient reign of decay,
    Beauty was but a shadow that wove a firmament of grief,
    Concealing the faint glimmers of the stars that might have existed in an unfathomable abyss,
    Where silence bled through the fractured relics of vanished longings.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah