Thoughts are like Chinese handcuffs,
They weave a web
And the more you struggle to escape,
The tighter they pull
Leaving images,
Sounds,
And memories
To haunt your mind,
Like ghosts
They do not hold,
The same power as the thought,
That brought them into being
But they hold the appearance,
Of the once alive thought
You feel them
Like phantoms dancing,
Across your head
Whenever you try to forget,
Whenever you try to control,
The ghosts of thoughts,
That haunt your mind
But ghosts they are,
For they do not hold the same power,
They do not hold,
The insight you received,
From the once alive thought
They still exist,
Due to that insight,
And what you thought,
The insight meant to you
What you thought,
The insight meant about you
They are merely the ghosts of thoughts,
Yet it feels as if they control you,
They possess your mind
Because you fear,
The power they might hold
I am telling you now,
They hold no power,
They mean nothing,
So do not focus,
On trying to extort these thoughts
Let them be,
And see,
How they fade away,
For they are just,
Ghosts of thoughts
Image: Google, Pixabay
08/17/2016
August 17, 2016 at 11:31 pm
I liked this, the ghosts of thoughts. It’s hard to let go off them.
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August 17, 2016 at 11:46 pm
I agree. And it’s so frustrating, because the more you try to not think about something, more you pay attention to it.
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