The Abyss Of Memories

The Abyss Of Memories

The Abyss Of Memories

Into the abyss of memories
I lie inert and motionless
Here no light can find a place
Because the darkness is overwhelming
The frail remembrances of a dusty past
A past which is a museum of frightening and exquisite paintings
Each of them portrays a different life instant
And I lie in this abstract place
A surrealistic chasm that keeps me captive
Hoping to find freedom from the abyss of memories
I laugh and cry
It doesn’t matter anymore what is real
Reality seems an illusion of my perceptions
In the end, I wonder what is illusory and what is real.
Esther Racah

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