My mistakes haunt me when I sleep
They haze me when I think too deep.
Rage, burn, toil and turn.
I wonder if I will ever learn.
Pondering, thinking of what could have been,
Wondering if I will ever win
The battle raging inside my head.
Sometimes wishing I was dead
When I fear my heart just might capsize;
I find solace when I realize;
Mistakes sometimes come too fast
But despair doesn’t always have to last.
The future, unknown what it will bring,
Someday I hope to be king
Of the thoughts that reign supreme
Only I can end their strong regime.
A dreamer, once lost was I
Thinking that I should die.
Now when I search for peace
I find my troubles start to cease.
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My ghosts are my past mistakes. they haunt me until i go searching deliberately for peace