Forsaken dreams lay scattered like leaves on a desolate lawn,
Beneath the weight of darkness, shadows loomed and sighed.
A castle crumbled in the grip of despair,
Fragments of hope were lost and hanging in the void.
Wandering through silence where visions once soared,
Stillness wrapped tightly around the forgotten.
Each step was like drifting through memories frayed,
As ghosts of ambition haunted paths once laid.
Forgotten dreams, like stars turned to ash,
Fleeting glimpses of futures that faded too fast.
The sounds now muted, cold as stone,
While shadows enveloped, tales left unknown.
In a chamber of portraits, their faces half-blurred,
The dreams of youth, in stillness, unheard.
Calling from corners of places long lost,
Whispering gently of the lines once crossed.
Nonetheless, deep in the stillness, a flicker of pain,
Forsaken dreams lingered; in shadows, they remained.
Each one a reminder of battles hard-fought,
Of fires within that time forgot.
But hope lay buried, covered in dust,
From ashes of sorrow, it rose from distrust.
Gathering fragments, each whisper, each scream,
In the dark of the night, the lost dream was redeemed.
Mended the pieces, igniting a spark,
Reviving the forgotten, illuminating the dark.
For dreams, though shattered, never entirely die—
In the heart of the dreamer, they eternally lie.
Through the mist of despair, a path was found,
With each heartbeat, shadows chased from the ground.
Though night still lingered, dawn followed close,
And in the garden of longing, hope arose.
With courage reborn, a star now stood,
Embracing the dawn, the new morning understood.
In the silence of the night, fate was rewritten,
For in dreams, belonging is always forgiven.
Forsaken dreams lingered in the shadows,
Casting ancient spells to find lost treasures.
Forgotten mysteries carried the weight of unrealised desires,
Although beneath the sorrow, a quiet strength stirred,
Yearning for light once more.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
