Torments
Torments are everywhere
Whenever I’m aware of my existence
I lose my mind becoming unconscious
Trapped in obnubilate nightmares
Wrapped up in a dark mist of dreams
No one can relieve my pains
No one can rescue me from this endless struggle
Besotted with intoxicating visions
Falling into the darkest delusions
The most intense passions are mere deceptions
I decide to abscond to another reality that is waiting for me
This time there are no torments
Vanities and illusions fade away like evanescent clouds
I’m more dazed than ever
And suddenly, the dark space around me glows
Astonished at the sight of silky gold wallpapers
Sparkling mirrors and exquisite antique artworks
Being the floor covered with embroidered velvet carpets
In front of me, a majestic and shiny staircase lit up
Once at the top, I found myself at a marble terrace
There I could admire the most magnificent moon I’ve ever seen in my life
This spectacle moved me to tears
It was like a dainty painting
My emotions could not refrain from blossoming
And I could only be bewitched by the beauty surrounding me
But on the spur of the moment, a terrible feeling of oppression arose
And all my torments greeted me ceremoniously
They became nightmares which surmounted me unmercifully
Bare branches of a tree obscured the brightness of the moon
And I returned to my ancestral torments.
Esther Racah
