Haunted

What the hell is wrong with me? I'm disgusting...

It's seems I'll be haunted forever
I put my hands together
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
To the one’s of the world high above
For my bad deeds
You have my deepest apologizes
I hope, dear to my heart I’m still one you love

I run and run away
Still hoping for these things to leave my weak self be
But they’re still here, every miserable day
Haunting me
Myself, it must have been
It must be sin

It’s controlling me
While I should controlling them

Reviews

[Ayvid N]

Bad deeds do chase one and the effects reverberate. Running away offers little by way of solution. Hence, I love that the poet wishes to conquer themselves. I so appreciate that desire. This made the poem special and relatable.

[Lilac Lilies]

thank you, I'm glad people have different ways of interpreting my poems