The annihilated dreams dwelled in the realm of betrayal and deception,
Where hope and sorrow had intertwined and bided,
The night was thick with spectral dread,
A night sky where the lost were spread.
The dreams, once vibrant, now lay broken,
In the silence, their voices were unspoken,
Their fragments scattered on the frigid soil,
Vestiges of what had been before.
The clock ticked on with a mournful sound,
In this realm where despair was bound,
The instants moved slowly, the hours dragged,
Each minute draped in a ghostly shroud ragged.
The walls, adorned with faded scenes,
Of fractured hopes and broken dreams,
Bore witness to the endless plight,
Of souls who had lost their way in the night.
The bed, once soft, now cold and bare,
Was where the restless spirits stared,
Their eyes wide open lost in fright,
As they wandered through the endless night.
The mirror’s shards reflected the pain,
A thousand tears, a thousand stains,
Each piece a glimpse of sorrow’s grip,
A tale of dreams that could not slip.
The night descended with a mantle of grey,
The ghosts of dreams refused to sway,
They lingered in the darkened room,
A remembrance of sorrow’s gloom.
In this realm of endless night,
Where annihilated dreams had lost their fight,
The echoes of despair were clear,
In the silence, they drew near.
In this forsaken land of deep shadows,
Where endless nights denied sleep,
The whispers of the fallen dreams,
Intertwined with silent screams.
In the corners, darkness loomed,
Echoes of despair, they bloomed,
Phantom voices softly sighed,
In the silence, sorrow bided.
The moon, a silent witness there,
Cast its glow on souls laid bare,
The weight of grief, a heavy shroud,
Covered all, both low and proud.
In this bleak and haunted space,
Dreams and hope had lost their grace.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
