The inflicted anguish was like a sharp dagger.
No hope of survival for those who were frail,
Only the silent abyss of death and nothingness,
Waiting like an insatiable monster, ready to swallow everything.
Dismay and despair were the constant companions,
In the frigid solitude of the waiting instants,
Throughout the garden of inexorable fear,
Screaming silently at the infinite invisible.
Mirrors of the soul were left hanging on decrepit walls of stone and ineptitude,
The only guiltiness of destruction and devastation.
The inflicted anguish was confident in consuming dreams,
With an insidious grace and alluring wickedness.
Through the halls of forgotten yesterdays,
Memories of sorrow wove a haunting maze.
No light joined the endless gloom,
Only shadows left their imprint in the desolate chamber.
Despair lingered in that dismal domain,
Where suffering and torment ruled eternally.
The weight of despair, a crushing force,
Dragging souls down a relentless course.
Silent cries filled the air with anguish.
The essence of life began to languish.
No reprieve from the relentless dread,
Only thoughts of sorrow filled every head.
Through garden paths where shadows thrived,
Hope and joy could not survive.
Each step echoed with a mournful tone,
As if the very walls could sigh.
In the heart of this bleak dominion,
Despair reigned with fierce dominion.
No respite from the ceaseless pain,
A realm where darkness would forever reign.
Far and wide, grief presence lingered,
A ceaseless dirge of sorrow, unending.
The bannisters revealed secrets of lost lives,
Tales of regret and unfulfilled dreams thrived.
In the senseless clasp of this sombre place,
Happiness seemed a distant glimmer.
Shadows hoofed with a ghostly grace,
In this very realm, devoid of any solace.
An eternal reminder of relentless malaise,
Time came to a standstill, hope erased.
Despair wavered in every space,
Leaving only remembrances of misery’s grip.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
