The Power of Thoughts
Shadows of doubt hiding in the blinding light;
following the waves of darkness.
Waiting anxiously to delve into the depths of my mind
to unleash words of despair it will loudly shout.
The battle becomes deafening with my silent screams;
a war is raging inside my head.
A hostage of my damaging thoughts,
in a constant motion the words continue to flow.
An overwhelming desire for freedom
there is no escape; its grip is tight.
Steadily impeding my inner vision
a formidable obstacle; massive in size.
The towering wall appears to be endless
faintly touching the sky.
Immediately detecting a frailty,
an outsider approaches the ominous wall.
He chips away the protective barrier
and guides me out of the dark.
He gave to me a precious gift
the key of hope; the key to a lasting future.
Basking in the glow of midnight
the beauty it designs I gaze intently.
A teardrop glistening on my pale cheek
as I whisper softly into the warm summer breeze:
"Gone now is the power it attained,
not another moment my thoughts shall be persuaded."
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