Haunted by Myself

 

 

 

The person I used to be haunts me,

Coming back from my past now and again.

The fact that I wanted no one to see,

Enslaved by the flesh, addiction and sin.

 

A bad poet who walked a different path,

Drunken Motorhead without direction.

Without regard for his creators wrath,

Like the damned afraid of his reflection.

 

I look at my past and I am not thrilled,

All my transgressions I’m not disclosing.

I now love the person I almost killed,

Through my addiction and deep self-loathing

 

Forever by myself I will be haunted,

Try as I may that I walk undaunted.

 

 

10/19/2021