Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: withered flowers

  • The Bloom Of Oblivion

    The Bloom Of Oblivion

    The bloom of oblivion flourished everywhere
    The flowers of destruction and decay bloomed
    They paved my way to the abyss of death I was destined to follow
    Without hesitation, I followed them with devotion and sacrifice

    I lost my wisdom and my resilience to embrace a doomed fate of distress
    Each night had become my day, and my sun was the moon shining silvery gleams
    A gloomy silence surrounded me as a funeral hymn
    My withered heart was my only guide

    I wept and cried to the night sky that echoed my laments
    Beneath the indifferent gaze of the stars that mocked me
    As if I was a miserable creature who had lost every direction
    No compass was showing me the path

    I was alone in loneliness and prostration
    I could hear the scream of death from time to time
    I knew that I was bound to despair, and my
    existence had ceased
    My appearance was similar to the ghouls I was encountering

    I had lost everything, and nothing could have redeemed my life
    No entity could ever rescue me from my obliteration
    I had buried all my dreams, and no consolation could alleviate my suffering
    I stared at the moon with my eyes full of tears, but nothing could have been altered

    I couldn’t perceive anymore the passing of time
    The graveyard where I ended up was so dreadful with its blooming flowers of oblivion
    Every flower was blooming as a withered blossom
    And all the trees were hollow and dead since innumerable epochs

    No wish of mine could ever be granted
    The bloom of oblivion was everywhere in the realm of death
    And I stood still like a porcelain sculpture without blood in its veins
    I had lost my soul, and my heart had withered irredeemably
    Love and desires resided no longer in my heart
    Since everything was nothingness, and I was a tiny part of the immense void.
    Elisabetta

  • A Long Night of Desires

    A Long Night of Desires

    A long night of desires and regrets beneath the infinite darkness of the firmament disclosed many dreams and secrets.

    And for each memory, a terrible ghost of the past appeared under the shape of an ominous shadow whose silent scream shattered every flower to dust.

    A fearless storm surrounded the night with its thunders and gloomy clouds, obliterating every trace of beauty from the realm of dreams and darkness.

    Giving way to nothingness and void that swallowed everything with an eerie fury.
    All that remained was a desert with scattered fragments of emotions and love.

    The moonlight lit flames of longing and despair, glinting like shattered glass, trembling with soft murmurs.

    Every blossom of the garden of distress flowered into a withered bloom, and each petal fell like a sour teardrop, dissolving into the sand.

    The inextinguishable emptiness exhaled its yearning across the barren universe, and its absolute silence swelled louder than the storm’s wildest cry.

    Hopes dissolved into the blank abyss like a river of lost dreams flowing to nowhere while love’s faint flames glinted, swallowed by the surreal dimness.

    Into the maze of sorrow, the eternal night became infinite and relentless, with its secrets buried beneath waves of grief.

    Glooms and clouds depleted all the frail remnants of light and joy, replacing them with immense anguish and decay.

    The long night of desires became an endless night of regrets when nightmares swirled around the world like haunting ghouls, tormenting every slumber.

    The infinite abyss of darkness extinguished everything, enclosing every faded memory of a realm once alive and now barely reduced to fragments of despair.

    A wailing blizzard agonised the desert of despair, dragging all the fragments of forgotten dreams and scattering the ashes of love that once burned radiant.

    The stars above, veiled by eternal dismay, became hollow gazes observing the doomed ruins below, becoming witnesses to a tale of a long night of desires devoured by the infinite chasm of oblivion.

    The firmament extended its icy and infinite arms, claiming all and leaving nothing but an absolute silence resounding as a boundless and eternal requiem for dead dreams.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Flowers of Lust

    Flowers of Lust

    Flowers of lust bloomed with passion and love,
    In a lush garden teeming with beauty and sublimity.
    Not even the rain dared touch this magical, magnificent realm,
    Where all dreams always come true.

    Anguish began to poison that ethereal world,
    Each raindrop became a drop of venom and grief,
    Killing all the flowers of lust and leaving the garden a deserted place,
    Where shadows and darkness started to rule.

    Hope faded like the sun’s dying glow,
    As gloominess swallowed the once-enchanted realm.
    The wind carried tales of forgotten euphoria,
    Now replaced by the wails of misery’s presence.

    A veil of sorrow draped over every path,
    Once adorned with roses, now thorns remained.
    The sky, once azure, turned to ominous dark grey,
    And silence grew louder than the softest pain.

    The lovers who feasted in the garden’s embrace,
    Became mere phantoms, vestiges of the remote past.
    Their merriment twisted into haunting laments,
    As the night’s cold grasp on their souls was cast.

    This forsaken place transformed into a castle of rumbles,
    Each remembrance was a reminder of love’s decay.
    No gentle breeze, no floral perfume in the air,
    Only the scent of death would not sway.

    The garden became a grave for passion’s bloom,
    Lay barren, broken, a cradle for despair.
    No longer a haven for hearts to unite,
    But a tomb where love withered, unaware.

    Wilted petals and shattered dreams are all that remain,
    Fragments of a life now lost in vain.
    Each star above seemed to mock the plight,
    Of a paradise torn apart at the seams.

    Amidst the ruins and obliteration,
    The eternal darkness still cast its poisonous spell,
    And gloaming clouds devoured every hopeful bloom.
    No life could flourish in this place of despair,
    A garden trapped in its endless, tragic plight.

    The flowers of lust forever lost their allure,
    As night swallowed day and banished the light.
    In this realm of sorrow, nothing survived,
    Not love, nor joy, nor the faintest gleam,
    But only the fragments of shattered dreams.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Ocean Of Agony

    An Ocean Of Agony

    An ocean of agony. Agony? Flowers withered, desires… lost?
    Lores swallowed—dreams once breathing, now?
    Drowned in chasms—forsaken tales, endless falling,
    Where do they go? Nowhere.

    Shadows flicker, flicker, waves broken, broken,
    Moonless night, secrets scream,
    Silent cacophony—cries dead, desires dead,
    Labyrinths…? No exits. Only fright.

    Gnarled phantoms—clawing, reaching,
    Grasping at… what? Shattered? Nothing.
    Time twists—spirals into venom. A kiss—no time.
    Fracture. It fractures. It’s gone.

    Whispers—wind’s cruel—madness—wind?
    Melodies lost. Chaotic, despairing.
    Bones…? Memories? Brittle. Shattered.
    Scattered in the void—where? Void light—? Can’t breathe.

    An ocean of agony. The void watches. Always watches.
    Dreams torn apart—veil shredded—
    Sighs—rambling—wicked? Toll. Toll.
    Come closer—the land of the dead, lost in lost.

    Fragments. Bent. Distorted—truth? Lies?
    Mirrors reflect nothing—shattered spheres—
    Shadows blur—light is gone—blend—
    Dance of… chaos? Fear? Born in fear. Fearborn.

    Phantoms through the haze—whispers…
    Fractured tongue—no sense—nonsense—
    Maze, maze, shifting maze—
    Reason is dead—turmoil reigns—no king, no queen.

    Twisted vines—thoughts entwine, smother, choke—
    Sense fades—gone. Chaos reigns.
    Puppet to shadows, shadows dance—
    Surreal? No. Unreal. Unreal.

    An ocean of agony. Tangled paths—no direction. Nowhere.
    Step—fall, step—fall, the unknown devours.
    Fair? No fairness. Just echoes—
    Forgotten. Forgotten. Moan. Gone.

    The cold gaze of nothingness—silent, lingering,
    Souls adrift—a sea of… something? Despair?
    Spark is gone. Shadows rule. Shadows? Shadows.
    Ensnared. Gone.

    Echoes—never was—nothing was—
    Ocean of nothing—agony? Lost flowers?
    Cause forgotten—gone—gone—
    In chaos. In rest.

    Echoes—forgotten—twisting, gone, swirling, gone.
    Silence cracks, cracks, nothing is right, nothing is wrong—
    Prisms shatter, thoughts unravel—colours spill,
    Bleed—black, dark, no light—no light at all.

    An ocean of agony. Spirals twist inward—collapse! Day? Day gone.
    Void swallows—shadows play—play what? Nothing—
    Despair hums—faint? Not there. Barely there—
    Lurking, waiting, dead air—dead air.

    Relics crumble—dreams shattered—forgotten!
    Slip—fall—cracks in seams, seams broken—gone.
    Time—thread, thread, snaps! No weaving, only dread.
    Tangled—chaos—unravelled—where does it go?

    An ocean of agony. In the end? No end—
    Fragments scattered—fearborn pain.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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