The Chains Of The Past

The chains of the past captivated me
Placing me down on the cold soil of the garden of tears
A place where no hope or wish was granted
A dungeon of anguish and dismay that became my eternal realm

An initiation ritual pierced my heart and made it bleed
My blood nourished the flowers of betrayal and deception
until they drained me of all strength
Leaving me fainting on the cold soil among thorns and sharp stones

Suddenly I felt that all my fears left my heart
And I became the representation of numbness and apathy
My body was as bloodless as an inanimate pebble
Silent like a grave and dark as the night

My soul parted whispering a farewell
My heart was pale as ashes
Every spark of curiosity and liveliness faded away
Leaving me entombed in a deep slumber from which I would never awaken

The chains of the past were a noose around my neck
Drops of poison were falling on my face from the fountain of oblivion
Longings and regrets entwined a chain of tears and blood around my heart
A stupor was in my mind and weakness overwhelmed me

My memories from the past became my hunting nightmares
I couldn’t escape from them and hence I was lying helpless in the cold soil of the garden of death
All I could hear were soft sighs and cries of despair
Underneath the immense darkness of the night sky

A curtain of haze blurred my blank gaze
As the wind wove moans into shadows
No dawn would ever find my eternal dusk
No voice would unsettle my spectral silence

Unable to find my way out of misery and sorrow
I descended into the deepest abyss of darkness
Becoming an unknown wraith in this garden of death
Where even time had turned to dust
And then only echoes of forsaken laments remained.
Elisabetta