In the abyss of silence, where shadows rule,
I wandered through the darkness, consumed by the night.
No comfort to tether me, no compass to be found,
Just the pulse of my dismay, a mournful sound.
Secrets and spells, long buried and lost,
Became reminders of dreams that were tossed.
In the abysm of the stillness, my thoughts came to life as visions,
As clouds on edges where memories strive.
The walls closed in tighter, a prison of stone,
As I wandered the hallways where night turned to day.
In the abyss, a spark was unearthed,
A glimmer of longings in the obscure and endless darkness.
I searched for messages, for letters of the past,
Each thorn was a reminder that no delight can last.
The stillness enveloped me, solemn and profound,
A consolation in knowing I could finally weep.
The stars blinked above, everlasting and inextinguishable flames of glare,
Mocking the darkness that swallowed the night.
I embraced the abyss that I knew as ruthless,
Since in silence, I found a connection so boundless.
The solitude wrapped me in veils of time,
Where sorrow and stillness began to rhyme.
Each moment a treasure, each breath a release,
In the abyss of silence, I stumbled on serenity.
So I lingered in darkness, a spectre unseen,
Where the vestige of silence weaved shadows serene,
Whispers of sorrow in the cold, hollow air,
A chilling embrace of despair everywhere.
In the gloom of the night, where clouds and shadows entwine,
I discovered the beauty in the stillness, divine.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
