Trap
My heart was shattered to pieces
Ripped to remnants of myself
I was totally devastated
My heart was a lost remnant of the past
Love was something terrifying me
And I tried to accept and love myself
I strived to believe in a dream
But everything was destroyed in a blast
Terror and stupor overcame in my heart
I was overwhelmed, and I couldn’t help myself
Seeking freedom from an emotional slavery
Humiliation and pain crushed the innocence of a primitive love
An ideal love that exists only as a faded chimaera
A chimaera of purity and integrity
A fragment of a nightmare which reduced me to tears
The teardrops of a painful illusion which was my trap
The trap of a dreadful and addictive love
A trap that was the source of all my fears and nightmares
I was bound and trapped by an obscure dismay
There is no peace without a candid unconsciousness.
Esther Racah
