My Sins Of The Past Haunts Me Poem by Martin Greyford

As I sit down on my couch,
Thinking of the wrong things
I have done wrong in the past,
There comes this weird obsession in my mind
Knowing that I have committed
A lot of sins in the past.

My dreams are no longer inspirational
But horrorful nightmares.
The scariest of them all.
Sometimes I dream of being taken to hell
By the sins I succumbed to.
The sins I committed.

I dream of the spirit of fornication
Along with the girls I slept with and
The spirit of drunkardness and
All the wines, spirits and whiskeys
I have tested,
Dragging me forcibly down to hell.

How will I handle such nightmares?
How will I be able to tell these
Spirits that I'm a changed person?
I am a person who is wishing to live freely
But all that is dragging me down is fear,
For the sins of my past are haunting me.