Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: psychological poetry

  • The Silence Of The Night

    The Silence Of The Night

    The silence of the night made me travel till the end of the material worlds
    Where I lost my direction and purpose in life without hesitation
    I began my journey to the ethereal and idyllic realm of phantoms and elegiac mirage
    I fell over and over again for I was unaware of my path made of sharp stones and brambles drawing my attention
    Withered roses and arcane trees surrounded me under the shape of precious acquaintances
    While I could see castles in the air floating like ephemeral flowers’ petals

    The silence of the night lulled me to the brink of a deep slumber made of delusional chimaeras and phantasmagorias
    So soothing was the melody of the nocturnal birds hovering in the forest
    So sweet was the exquisite scent of extravagant blossoms in the magic meadows
    Where I was lingering with all my laziness willing to lose my ability for discernment
    Indulging in desires and imagination
    My mind began quietly to be inclined toward hesitation
    Lost in the chaotic shenanigans of my doubts and fears

    Enchantments and witchcraft blossomed under the shape of occult grimoires, scarlet roses, and magic lanterns
    Which surrounded me with their glimmers and shadows
    While crystal hourglasses and iridescent sand marked the passage of my time in that fairy-tale world
    Where even compasses lost all sense of direction
    In that extraordinary aura of mysterious wonders and inexplicable visions
    Crows and ravens flew around the sparkling moon
    Singing hymns to the majestic night

    The cold waft of the darkness struck me
    Not yet able to wake me up from my profound slumber
    Since no compass was able to guide me in that topsy-turvy mystery
    Which had become a part of me and haunted the chasms of my imaginings
    At last, I had altered the silence of the night into a delirious stupor of wild dreams and spellbinding adventures.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Fantasising In The Realm Of The Night

    Fantasising In The Realm Of The Night

    Fantasising in the realm of the night
    Lost in my obliviousness
    Bound to my dreams
    I discovered lost memories kept far away from my heart
    For I was wandering in the inaccessible kingdom of the invisible
    Where only dreams and chimaeras could be tangible

    I had lost the keys to the portal of fear
    And I was facing my delusional quest with no destination
    Cast away from society, I lived in solitude and silence
    No words could have been used to depict my inner world
    Too many times I saw faces without a soul
    For myriad seasons, I spent questioning my fate

    I never found an answer to each of my questions
    It seemed the stars were enjoying lying to me
    Or maybe it was the treacherous night sky with its copious gloomy clouds that interfered
    I knew not
    And I will never know
    Since the first day of my bleak existence
    Dismay was my inner core
    Like a rose thorn, always present in my heart

    No tumultuous storm or hectic wind could have disrupted that unheavenly stillness
    For I was firmly convinced that I could not alter my endless state of invisibility
    Dazed and confused as I was
    I didn’t count the hours anymore
    Time didn’t exist in my kingdom of imagination
    Whenever I was fantasising in the realm of the night

    No flower of my dim garden could ever have resisted a secret eclipse
    Nor could I refuse to live with those illusions that were mesmerising my heart
    Lonely and flimsy was the star dwelling in my soul
    The nocturnal birds greeted me as always
    For they were my chaotic followers of the darkness
    In my journeys through inaccessible forests and forsook meadows
    Seeking the ocean waves and the thunder in the tempestuous dusks of the wilderness
    To lose and find all the versions of myself
    In an infinite expedition to nowhere
    Forever
    Never ceasing to fantasise in the realm of the night.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • 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

  • Castaway’s Desires

    Castaway’s Desires

    Castaway’s desires enticed me in the long winter nights, when the frozen branches of hollow trees caressed me softly, as they needed to approach my body.

    The scent of burning candles devoured my enthusiasm and reminded me only of my hopeless misery. An everlasting burning desire strove to swallow my heart greedily like an invisible demon.

    My insensitive inertia shattered my soul into pieces and I let the devastation take advantage of me. I was born to dissolve and to perish an infinite number of times in endless ways.

    Frenzy and turmoil were my loyal guides like flaming torches in the deepest darkness, and they offered me their improper wisdom. I felt alive only because I embodied the distress that consumed me, leaving me in flames.

    Indeed, it was true that scorching passion sometimes might have let me fall in love with things that destroyed, and that was what penetrated every part of me.

    I was made of fire and glaze surrounded by the cold mist of my dark chamber where dimly lit candles were my only merriment.

    The sweet screams of the night recalled to me who I really was. Obsession carved my vein instilling a tainted poison instead of blood. I became a creature of the realm of shadows and wraiths.

    I was consumed by my own fantasies and foolish hallucinations. I had become the queen of frenzy among my lost memories of worlds which I once belonged to.

    No mortal entity could see me because I was visible only to creatures of my own. There was no transformation in my staticity.

    I could perceive the manifestation of my own tempest, like a tiny vessel in a stormy sea. Lost in the labyrinth of my dreams and dread, I was unable to discover the existence beyond time.

    The great mystery of seeking my reflection in the immense mirror of life made me realise my nothingness. There was no end and there was no beginning but merely a vague silence clinging to me like luscious ivy.
    Elisabetta Esther

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