The chasm of chaos and fear gazed like a grotesque creature,
With its jagged edges that were viciously shaped.
It lived of despair and dread in the frozen emptiness of the realm of dreams,
Like a maw of shadows and glooms, vast and bare.
This ominous abyss was a silent expanse,
While whispers rose chaotically like a mournful hymn,
Pulling the light to this hollow kingdom of darkness,
Where the stars had begun to fade and hope decayed.
I was alone in this doomed abysm,
Where time dissolved, and nothing prospered.
No ground beneath, just the void’s retreat,
Its pulse was a lament, slow and discrete.
The chasm of chaos had allured with a spell of dread,
Promising truths from the tears I’d shed.
But all the truths it bore were forged in lies,
A grave for a reason beneath dead skies.
The lure grew intense, and my will had weakened,
As terror bloomed, every resilience was drained.
Into the depths, I had fallen down at last,
Like a soul unmoored from the obscure past.
And in its core, no life ever endured,
Just chaos reigning like an uncontained ruler.
The chasm of fear had claimed its privilege,
And left behind, no glimmer, no fragment, no trace.
The ravine sang a dirge such as a mournful and hollow cry,
Its melody was like fractured winds that ceaselessly wailed.
Each sob engraved wounds deep into my soul and my mind,
Binding my essence to its darkness, confined like a buried flower.
Its infinite gusts spiralled like a suffocating haze,
Turning instants into aeons in its dark maze.
No horizon was visible, and no mirth remained,
Only clouds and shadows lingered with an agony that was ingrained into them.
The deeper I sunk, the colder it grew,
A realm where nightmares and despair accrued.
Every heartbeat felt a remote memory like a misplaced echo,
As the chasm’s grip obliterated all I’d embraced.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
