Sitting Alone With Ghosts In The Dark

Sitting alone with ghosts in the dark I create a light in my imagination I tend to think that are far away In comprehending it in my reality I force myself to think deep In deep where there is no way out Pushing myself hard into the deep I channel my thoughts of creativity Struggling to keep at their pace Striving all the way, in a race Keeping the belief of achievement There must be a way Pondering about nature and its beauty Pondering about fate and destiny Pondering about life, death and life in death Pondering and pondering Turning to another side of the room I might likely change my way of thinking Start thinking of something else Deep into my mind I delve I would think of the starkness of horror I would start pondering about ghosts It is like I was thinking about nothing To capture their thoughts encouraging Now these thoughts are running in my brain Running to get nothing Jut running and running Getting nowhere in a hurry Time was wasting, Which I might be losing Expecting nothing as reward All wasteful thoughts I might put to an end I look at the blankness of the wall I see there a spider weaving its web A miracle capturing kind of thing Does it capture thoughts? Tangling inside, messing up the web Even if the spider couldn't find any Would it keep struggling on Never to tire of the perpetual interlacing web To get in touch with my spirit I try but kept on failing Lightning lights up the clouds Petrifying sparks of lightning That heart stopping bombardment of energy Putting rain behind, too heavy to bear, it falls down Then I shut my eyes off from the world around My head too heavy to bear, it falls down Try to sleep but the thoughts of the unseen Keeps its collision course within my dream As if there is someone present Wanting to keep me awake all the night The night left me in time Left me feeling sublime I awoke and the dream was gone But not all of the experience was forgotten