Haunted Poem by Frank Valenti

Haunted by the ghosts of my past
Short lived dreams that did not last
Making poor decisions
Wrapped in indecision
Not knowing where to go from here
From the hole I've dug myself into so deep
Striving for the top I slowly creep
Feeling like I'm starting from the rear
Trying my best to make something of this life
Ghosts still make my existence full of strife
Sneaking up when I least expect them to
Seeming like there's nothing left to do
How did I screw things up so bad
With all the opportunities I've had
Past indiscretions slithering up so stealthy
Making it harder to make myself wealthy
Haunting memories arise at every turn
Forgetting is something I deeply yearn
Weary of the next poor choice
Still hoping for that guiding voice
Yet I'm haunted