Ghost and Puppy
As I walk and laugh with my friends, pain still looms over me—like a ghost. As I sit with family and feel loved, guilt follows me like a lost puppy. But when I sit alone, the ghost comes out to play with the voices in my head. And the puppy comes out of hiding to chase my thoughts until I forget which ones are mine.
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Author:
Vanna (
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- Category: Sad
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Now this one in metaphor has to be thought about to be understood and even then is deeply psychological. When guilt chases pain away it is a difficult day indeed. Very nicely done.
Sounds like the cure to this is meditation. Clearing the mind of all the dustractions of other peoples thoughts and actions. Nice write.
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