The labyrinth of dreams
Twisting corridors—endless—
Shadows stretch—whispers?
No sense—nothing makes sense—
Lost, lost—where am I?
Doors—open—close—
Which way? No way—
Every turn—a dead end?
No—just another path,
Another dream—
Or is it a nightmare?
Walls shift—breathe—
Do they breathe?
Or is that my mind?
No—something else—
The labyrinth of dreams is alive—
It waits—
For what?
For me?
Or something worse?
I can’t tell—
Everything blends—
Dreams, nightmares—
They are the same dreadful illusions.
Fragments—memories—
Pieces fall—
Lost dreams—forgotten dreams—
Where do they go?
Into the labyrinth—
Lost—like me.
Wandering—
Searching—
For what?
For an exit?
There is no exit—
Only more passages—
More turns—
More walls that shift,
That trap.
Turn—Turn—
Is this the same hallway?
Or a new one?
I can’t tell—
It’s all the same—
Or is it?
Nothing is real—
Everything is real—
Twisting—turning—
The labyrinth of dreams never ends—
Never ends—
Where does it go?
Nowhere—
Everywhere—
Lost in dreams—
Dreams that aren’t mine—
Or are they?
Dreams… dreams…
They unravel—
Threads snap—
Is this my mind?
Or the maze?
Who is dreaming?
Am I?
Or is the labyrinth dreaming of me?
No way out—
No way forward—
Only the labyrinth—
Only the dreams and the nightmares—
Waking, sleeping—
All the same here.
Forever…
Lost…
In the labyrinth of dreams.
A maze of my mind—
A maze of other minds—
It never ends—
Twisting, turning—
Into nothing. Into the abyss.
Each step—
Sighs—
But are they my sighs?
Or someone else’s?
Shadows whisper—
But what do they whisper?
I strain to hear—
Yet only silence answers.
The labyrinth of fear shifts—
Breathless—
As if alive,
Or alive with something—
Something I can’t see.
Familiar, yet foreign—
Each corner, a new fear—
Every turn, a deeper plunge
Into the unknown,
Into the endless maze.
Lost forever…into the abyss of nothingness.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
