Waiting for my dreams to wither like dry flowers
Constantly sinking into the oblivion of sadness and dizziness
Unaware of what could happen to my soul
Having lost every hope to save my dreams
Finding my sweet haven in my darkest grief
Slowly avoiding thinking and surrendering to the course of my vicious fate
I let the ocean waves swallow me into the chasms of unconsciousness
To avoid seeing the reflection of my memories in mirrors of shady dismay
The silence of the night lulled me to a deep slumber where I finally could feel peace and gaiety
My idle heart became a frozen stone full of sand and dust
Whilst I wandered in the desolate forest of my fears
Waiting for my dreams to be my only consolation
For I was aware of the evanescence of the stars gleaming in the night sky
Indeed, every single anguish of mine became a tiny leaf that the cold breeze lifted away from my gaze
So quickly was flowing my existence like a tumultuous river that I lost the sense of time
And I remained therefore languid in a garden without flowers or trees
A garden of darkness and shadows where no mortal could find me
My foremost hideaway in which I could flee the hideous threats from the world of reality
I didn’t pay attention to the consequences of my enchanted illusions
Dread and cynicism accompanied me at every step as unwelcome and unavoidable guests
Secrets were locked within me and only nonsense was guiding me in the eternal gloom of my seclusion
In vain I strove to reach out to the moonlight
Nevertheless, I had been cast away too far
Surrounded by nothing but loneliness and bleakness
I was left crying tears made of madness and turmoil.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: sadness
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Waiting For My Dreams
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Sparkles Of Sadness
Sparkles of sadness manifested in the gloomy forest of my dreams. Lulled by a torpor of defeat and annihilation, I attempted to traverse a place unknown to me, with astonishment and wonder, yet, at the same time, with a heart steeped in sadness.
Although the silver moon illuminated this unknown and dark forest, the further I proceeded, the more it seemed that I was losing myself in oblivion and in the abyss of my fears and uncertainties, for it was there that I was rooted; my heart was torn by a sense of suspension into the void.
Indeed, I was overwhelmed by my nightmares, which slowly revealed themselves in the shapes of ghosts and wraiths, as I proceeded along my uncertain path without a clear destination. My gentle pains, which scourged my heart and disturbed my mind, rendered me powerless in the face of such apparitions.
Even unwillingly, I had fallen victim to a vicious and infamous game of which I was not the author. And I could not even, powerless as I was, awaken from that fatal torpor, which was defeating me every night, as well as the wind consumes even the most unyielding rock.
However much I struggled to oppose the oblivion that sought to obliterate me and erase my name, I could find no hold, no aid that might pull me out of those circumstances of affliction and decay. My heart was lacerated and it shed all my hopes like a raging cascade.
Weeping and pain were the only faithful companions that followed me everywhere. In this realm of sepulchral silence and the sighs of souls that could find no peace, I remained still, awaiting my metamorphosis.
Ghostly and drowsy, I could no longer proceed and I fell beneath the weight of my own anguish, as if it were made of gigantic, menacing clouds bearing down upon me. And thus I vanished, leaving nothing but a trail of sparkles of sadness and scarlet petals, as if I had never been born, as if no one had ever known that I had existed.
Elisabetta Esther -

Teardrops Of Expectation
Teardrops of expectation accompanied me on my silent nights
When my solitude was a phantom visiting me during my feverish slumber
I left the real world because I knew I couldn’t belong to it
In the end, I was a creature of the darkness
Craving for mystery and arcane revelationsI knew not what was expecting me
The unknown was my gloomy path made of unstable cobblestones and thorns
I may have desired that my dreams could become true
Nevertheless, I was the silent muse of sadness and the embodiment of grief
I stood in the middle of my dark chamber, waiting for a signMy mind was full of hallucinations and demise
I couldn’t find myself and the meaning of my existence
I was there still like a marble sculpture and my heart was a cold stone
Nothing could ever break my bones anymore
I embraced my fears and my doomed fateDrops of gold and dust descended from the ancient walls
It was like even the walls were weeping my anguish
I became dizzy and weaker like a small petal falling from its flower
I was not like other mortals because I was an ethereal spirit
Living in a castle of decay and forsaken vestigesDeath was part of my being as long as the eternal void surrounded me
The soft melodies of the past had departed from my reality
Where I was, the reality was obliterated as well as time
Despair transformed into a surreal garden of oblivion and madness
Full of dead spirits and shrieking ghoulsTeardrops of expectation softly caressed my heart
As if my waiting were the apex of broken moons dripping onto vacant meadows
While silent masks bloomed from the soil
And I dissolved as a nameless ghost into the shadows of forgotten kingdoms
Beyond every imagination.
Elisabetta -

Leaving Myself Behind
Leaving myself behind
Through the pains and fears
Anguish was my ruler
And I didn’t demand anything
Hurt was my soul made of pins and bloodThe roars of the demons claiming me echoed in my head
The castle of doom was my pristine dwelling
It was made of bones and ashes
In the gloominess of the midnightI was fleeing from death to become decadence
Leaving everything behind
My past had crumbled to sand and memories
Remembrances that followed me wherever I was goingDisgraceful was my existence and only thorns stroked me
Black roses were swallowing me like a prey
Gloaming shadows surrounded me
Beneath the indifferent gaze of the silvery moonI could only hear laments as manifestations of the night
A mist of sorrow shrouded me like a gloomy cloak
The cold air was full of decadence
My heart slowed down at the sound of the drums of mourningI wandered beneath the barren heavens
I had become a ghost clothed in remnants of despair
I strived to seek refuge and rescue
But all I could ever feel was the numbness of endless wanderingThe world around me blurred into shadows
My realm was a graveyard of forsaken dreams
Where even the stars had eclipsed for eternity
And the winds sang elegies to my fallIn this endless procession of sadness
I was no longer a creature of the light because my heart was deceased
But I was only a phantom dissolving into a mist
Forever swallowed by the sorrowful darknessLeaving myself behind
I left a trail of thorns and blood
My heart was torn apart
I was just a shadow of the underworldMy face was carved with tears and scars
And the paleness of death erased it all
As if all my agony had faded like dust
In the end, I vanished into the oblivion of forsaken sorrows.
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Sadness And Longings
Sadness and longings waited for me to return to my nocturnal slumber. Whenever I fell into Morpheus’s embrace, surrounded by shadows and silence, I discovered a new realm of deception and darkness.
Fear and doubts chained me to an existence of emptiness. Time devoured my hopes, and all my delights were destroyed by the storm of oblivion.
I wandered endlessly through the forest of illusions but could not grasp their ephemeral beauty.Each dream I dared to explore turned into ashes and I had become a captive of my own desires, shrouded in the velvet of sorrow and despair. I fled from humankind, seeking solace in solitude. But serenity became a minacious ghoul feeding upon my thoughts.
My sorrow had become too heavy to behold, and I grew exhausted. I was aware that I couldn’t find any tranquillity inside myself. Throughout my miserable existence, I had been drawn to torches whose fire had burned and bruised me.
Sadness and longings were devouring my bleeding heart like famished monsters. I fell lifeless on the cold soil in the middle of the wilderness. I couldn’t find any will to live and I no longer knew what I was.
I lay among the withered roots of dead trees, cradled by a ground that knew my distress too well. The moon scrutinised me with distant apathy, an insensitive witness to my decadence. Not a single echo resounded my name, not even the wind dared unsettle my quiescence.
I was no longer a real creature or a soul but a doomed shadow. A forgotten rhyme in a poem never uttered. I surrendered to the sleep where no dream could deceive me, and no memory could stab me again.
My heart was sealed in the hush of eternity. Sadness and longings no longer belonged to me. I was finally free from all anguish, and I could hover like a shadow in the night, surrounded by bleeding roses and dark clouds.
Elisabetta -

The Dungeon of Sadness
The dungeon of sadness was a trap of beauty and delight,
Luring dreams and visions to embark on a journey in its labyrinthine trails,
Until they were soaked in sorrow and grief,
Like dead leaves trapped in a swamp.A suffocating heft bore down, laden with despair,
Wrapping around like an overwhelming shroud.
The walls wept, their stone faces slick
With tears of ages long forgotten.A faint glow oozed through the fractures,
Not of longing but of some unearthly dread,
Casting shapes that jigged like phantoms,
Teasing the lost who wandered within.Corroded chains clung to the slammer’s bones,
Each link was an eerie monument to captive dreams.
The silence wailed louder than screams,
Like oppression depressing the weary senses.This labyrinth of grief and distress became a realm of nightmares,
Where there was no escape but only deception.
The sky became overcrowded with ominous clouds,
Which smothered all the luminaries striving to gleam through the gloom.A mist of languid sorrow and melancholy steered like a lugubre presage,
Hope was a fleeting spectre whose whispers drowned in the ocean of oblivion.
The mirror of torments reflected the anguish of each soul,
And all the joy and light were depleted in the dungeon of sadness.The maw of despair devoured the time,
And its beauty lay in the perfection of its torments,
Such a cruel art that was engraved in endless suffering dreams,
A lament that echoed eternally in the void.
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On The Verge Of Doom
On the verge of doom, where shadows cling,
Beneath the endless skies of decay, no light to show.
A land of sighs and tears breathes its last, steeped in dread,
As night consumes, the sun leaves all hopes dead.The scent of oppression pervades with shadows of despair,
Each dream becomes an illusion as the world lies broken.
The trees stand twisted, their branches bare,
Grasping at the stars as if seeking solace unspoken.On the verge of doom, the silence reigns,
A haunting emptiness of forgotten pains.
The moon hangs dim, a spectre in the night,
Casting ghostly glimmers, a wicked light.Raindrops fade softly along the cobbled lane,
Where memories linger, steeped in anguish and pain.
The castle looms, its towers cracked and worn,
A sentinel of sorrow, where dreams are torn.On the verge of doom, in chambers adorned,
With dust and despair, wraiths of phantoms curl.
They beckon with tales of those lost to time,
Of loves that withered, of life’s cruel rhyme.Hope strives to cling tenaciously to the edge of the night,
A flicker, a spark, in the grip of the fright.
But darkness devours, as it always has done and always will,
And on the verge of doom, all battles are worthless.On the verge of doom, the silence hangs heavy,
Darkness creeps upon all realms, its grip tightening fast.
Desire turns to ashes, consumed by the keeper,
In this hollow silence, all dreams are betrayed.In the echoes of silence, in the depth of the gloom,
Lies the haunting refrain of impending doom.
Among the shadows where the weary hearts dwell,
Forever entwined in the web of the invisible.
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The Inflicted Anguish
The inflicted anguish was like a sharp dagger.
No hope of survival for those who were frail,
Only the silent abyss of death and nothingness,
Waiting like an insatiable monster, ready to swallow everything.Dismay and despair were the constant companions,
In the frigid solitude of the waiting instants,
Throughout the garden of inexorable fear,
Screaming silently at the infinite invisible.Mirrors of the soul were left hanging on decrepit walls of stone and ineptitude,
The only guiltiness of destruction and devastation.
The inflicted anguish was confident in consuming dreams,
With an insidious grace and alluring wickedness.Through the halls of forgotten yesterdays,
Memories of sorrow wove a haunting maze.
No light joined the endless gloom,
Only shadows left their imprint in the desolate chamber.Despair lingered in that dismal domain,
Where suffering and torment ruled eternally.
The weight of despair, a crushing force,
Dragging souls down a relentless course.Silent cries filled the air with anguish.
The essence of life began to languish.
No reprieve from the relentless dread,
Only thoughts of sorrow filled every head.Through garden paths where shadows thrived,
Hope and joy could not survive.
Each step echoed with a mournful tone,
As if the very walls could sigh.In the heart of this bleak dominion,
Despair reigned with fierce dominion.
No respite from the ceaseless pain,
A realm where darkness would forever reign.Far and wide, grief presence lingered,
A ceaseless dirge of sorrow, unending.
The bannisters revealed secrets of lost lives,
Tales of regret and unfulfilled dreams thrived.In the senseless clasp of this sombre place,
Happiness seemed a distant glimmer.
Shadows hoofed with a ghostly grace,
In this very realm, devoid of any solace.An eternal reminder of relentless malaise,
Time came to a standstill, hope erased.
Despair wavered in every space,
Leaving only remembrances of misery’s grip.
Esther Elizabeth Racah

