The realm of solitude and death was the reality of the empirical world,
Where the paroxysm of loud emptiness and obscenity extinguished the frail beauty and delight.
Somewhere between the darkness and light, there was a realm of lost desires,
With no expectations left but only a bitter awareness.
Soft-spoken words, once tender like nocturnal whispers, were swallowed by the abyss of emptiness,
Their gentle promises were gripped by a greedy void that rendered them meaningless.
In such a harsh landscape, beauty was turned into a fleeting spectre, easily consumed by the relentless nothingness,
Delight, once magnificent and resplendent, had withered under the weight of pervasive desolation.
Dreams and aspirations lay scattered, their essence extinguished by the crushing weight of a cruel reality,
Echoes of unfulfilled longings were carved on the cold stones of a barren infinity, starkly contrasting with dreams.
Every utterance, every mellow promise, disappeared into the darkness,
The silence, absolute and isolating, caused even the most earnest expressions of feelings to be meaningless.
The realm of solitude and death induced fragments of hope and beauty to be forever eclipsed,
Forever forsaken in the relentless march of blankness and sorrow.
Crying out of despair was just useless because of the imperishable cruelty of fate.
All the ghostly puppets were powerless, and with time, they believed only to be worthless.
The terrific silence of the annihilation echoed in the entire universe,
Where the obscurity destroyed even the faintest flicker of light.
In this vast emptiness, the stars seemed to mourn in their loneliness; their once bright glow was now reduced to a cold, apathetic shimmer.
The veil of existence was but a thin cloth, easily torn by the ceaseless winds of despair, leaving behind only relics of bygone days.
Amidst this astral desolation, expectations lay buried beneath layers of relentless darkness, suffocated by the heaviness of the eternal void.
Each moment persisted, a remembrance of the unyielding nature of this forsaken realm, where the past and future dissolved into an infinite abyss of sorrow.
And so, the abyss of solitude and death remained, an unending memento of the demise of lost dreams, where even echoes of existence faded into eternal quietness.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
