The haunting, spooky thoughts
of ghostly apparitions
Never fail to haunt me.
The imaginary images get my heart racing,
and I gasp at my own fictional thoughts
as a chill runs down my spine.
And I marvel at those who are unaffected, indifferent,
And declare these phantoms as something futile,
As though being afraid of these ghosts is a crime.
But these brave hearts fail to convince me
against my own faulty feelings,
As my mind is something not in my control.
Or maybe I refuse to be brave,
As inside I reason with myself,
That being afraid sometimes, makes me as much human as being brave does.
And fear is just an unavoidable sensation…