The Blankness Of A Broken Mirror
Pale shadows reflect in a broken mirror
Solitude gasps in the presence of silence
Tumultuous visions of a coveted desire are scattered into nothingness
The emptiness of the nightmares’ abyss swallows every hope and dream
Every so often, darkness is beauty in disguise, hiding in the invisible
The mystery of an unmentionable truth belongs to a time that never existed
Broken mirrors reflect falsified spoils
Obliviousness destroys every memory that becomes part of the void
Souls in exile wander without peace
In search of what they have eternally coveted
Chaos dwells among the multitude of soul fragments
Distorted images of souls are reflected in deformed mirrors
Amorphous perceptions dissolve in the evanescence
The distressing instant of a distant tumult blends in with the beauty of tragedy.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
