Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: shattered expectations

  • Lonely Silence

    Lonely Silence

    Lonely silence in an empty space where there was no place for dreams and illusions. Tears were not allowed anymore since the night when delusions ruled the realm of emotions.

    Nothing could have been better than losing hope because it would have avoided the waves of anguish of destroying the beloved castle of expectations.

    Waiting was an endless torture, silent but perpetually tormenting the process of self-adulation. Lonely silence remained the only faithful refuge and loyal companion for the rest of an arid existence.

    Suddenly, the night conspired with the ruler of nightmares to ensure that distress and emptiness were constantly present even during the desired slumber.

    The bells of scorn welcomed the new dreamers, wanderers of the fantastic garden of dreams and illusions. No one could guess what was expected behind the veil of oblivion but only an abyss of darkness.

    Solitude and silence reigned supreme, surrounding the eternal infinity. A lonely silence was all that remained after the storm of sorrow, and fear annihilated everything.

    A poisonous slumber entranced the unaware spirits and vagabonds without any dwelling.
    The sound of struggles echoed faintly, swallowed by the void, leaving no trace of their existence.

    The night sky was heavy with forgotten stars, and even the winds surrendered to despair. The moon, veiled in shadows, refused to shine upon the desolate lands, where time itself seemed to falter, hindered by the weight of sorrow.

    In this forsaken realm, no light dared to shine, and no heart dared to dream again. Each instant only led deeper into the abyss, where memories twisted into haunting phantoms, mocking the once cherished dreams.

    The arcane fate was invisible, and the lure of despair was undeniable, enticing all who wandered into its unforgiving embrace. And a lonely silence was the only entity that survived as an inextinguishable flame of anguish.

    A flame of sorrow and despair that gleamed weakly and persistently, casting faint shadows on the remnants of shattered hopes. It burned not to illuminate but to consume every last vestige of longing.

    The world, now a graveyard of forsaken ideals, bowed to its eternal anathema. Nothing stirred, save for the ceaseless murmur of time slipping away, unnoticed, uncared for.

    Within this boundless void, the lonely silence persisted, its flame feeding on the very essence of sorrow, an immortal witness to the final extinction of hope.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Shattered Expectations

    Shattered Expectations

    Shattered expectations lay heavy,
    Upon a once-bright horizon,
    Casting gloom over whispered promises,
    Dreams shattered like fragile glass,
    Each shard reflected unrealised aspirations,
    Their brilliance was dulled by the sting of reality.

    In an instant of fracture,
    The future darkened with despair,
    The heartfelt, sharp sting of disillusionment,
    Every step forward met with waves of grief,
    Dragging the spirit into a pit of sorrow,
    Where hope became a distant memory.

    The sky was loaded with clouds and forgotten ambitions,
    Each gust of wind was a reminder of paths diverged,
    Faces that once gleamed with potential,
    Now, they wore masks of resignation,
    Eyes clouded with the weight of disappointment,
    The spark of hope extinguished too soon.

    Time, relentless in its march,
    Became a cruel companion,
    Each tick of the clock was a reminder
    Of the opportunities that slipped away,
    Moments scattered like shards of mirrors,
    Reflecting the painful truth of what could have been.

    In this desolation, nefarious thoughts persisted,
    What had been could never be reclaimed,
    The world spun on, indifferent to grief,
    Each sunrise bore the weight of shattered dreams,
    And a quiet acceptance began to take root,
    Acknowledging that some dreams were never meant to flourish.

    Amid the gloom of bygone days,
    Traces of forsaken desires lingered,
    A haunting reminder of what was lost,
    And even in the depths of hope,
    No flicker of resilience could have sparked,
    Leaving only shadows where dreams once thrived.

    Shattered expectations became remote relics,
    As the heart learned to wander through the darkness,
    Searching for echoes in a desolate chamber,
    Where shadows coiled like serpents of despair.

    Each bit of void swallowed oppressively in silence,
    And dreams, like spectres, faded into the gloom,
    In the quietness, a haunting sorrow lingered.

    In shadows, regret festered,
    A reminder of lost prospects,
    Trapped in a labyrinth of misery.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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