The Thought Thieves

By Dan Hoeweler

I think a thought
Of which they take
They create an idea
Which is fake

An idea that was mine
A thought that was fine
A heavenly vision
On a mission

They take them so boldly
And kill them solely
To enslave and control me
And trick and fool me

I’m starting to think too much
They know it now
I feel my memory
Being erased somehow

What was I saying?
How am I here?
Who am I speaking to?
This is so queer.

2 Replies to “The Thought Thieves”

  1. Yes! Our thoughts are stolen in that dimension! It is absolutely true! And it is very weird, to say the least. We, as schizophrenics are in contact with similar beings, because I had the same experience as the writer of this poem did. My thoughts and emotions were stolen. Can people from this realm believe that? Thank you for capturing it in your poem.

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