Waiting The Night

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Waiting The Night

Waiting The Night

Waiting the night with its dark awareness
The fog descends, dimming the lights and colours
Restless is my mind wandering in the abstraction
A whirlpool of nightmares entraps me
Bound with all disquiet and eagerness
My mood swings like the several shades of the sky
Infinite is the darkness keeping majestic secrets
Hollow is my soul as I lose myself in the wilderness of sorrow
More than ever, I can rely on my senses of chaos and fear
Not at all aware of my blank destiny
Hopes and dreams fade away at the sight of consciousness
Life is abstractly away like a gleaming star in the universe
I persist in becoming who I can be
I persevere in fleeing my obligations and duties
My soul is dark as the deepest night
My mind is a victim of a cruel bewilderment
Floating in the sea of the uncertainty
I strive to survive, anchoring myself to the beauty of art.
Esther Racah

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