The Abyss of Oppression

The abyss of oppression was a realm of shadows and fear where hope decayed,
And a silent grip began its play, winding in a dark embrace,
And pulling everything into a hollow alcove.

In haunted kingdoms, gloomy clouds distressed tranquillity,
The poundage of insanity was so cruel and cold,
That no hope dared to hold dreams and expectations anymore,
While sinking in the deep and poisoned blight of fear.

Starlight grew frail like a fragile gem,
In an eerie aura that stained the sky dead,
Beneath, where the sun had lost its way,
Where longings lay cast but ghostly grey.

In dismay, sorrow spoke aloud under the oppression’s grasp in endless nights,
When despair rose to heights unknown,
And fragile desires trembled in the invisible void,
The weight of loss bore down, relentless, keen,
As the oblivion feasted on the faint heart’s prayer.

In that desolate realm where no light could endure,
And where silence was torn by unheard wails,
Weary hearts, caught in iron chains,
Clung to fragments of memories grown pale.

The skies collapsed like a suffocating veil,
Where chimaeras, once shining, dissolved to dust and ash,
And all that remained was a forlorn lament,
As the abyss of oppression drew down in a final crash.

The chasm of illusions swallowed every expectation,
Leaving but a decayed vestige of misery and distress.
Every gleam of promise faded into hollow whispers of betrayal,
While enchanting raindrops soaked every dream in a sorrowful mire.

In the shadows, spells enticed those solitary dreamers into fractured and senseless ravines of despair,
Trapping them for eternity.
Darkness claimed the last faint gleam,
And despair surged forth like a relentless stream.

In this realm of night, the shadows reigned supreme,
Binding dreams in chains, silencing the soul’s scream.
The abyss of oppression annihilated every mirth and delight, beauty and magnificence,
Leaving a kingdom of chaos and insignificance.
Esther Elizabeth Racah