Another poem, sorry buts its easier to express this way

My mind is a ocean of darkness and grey,
Where monsters of the deep do lay,
I struggle to navigate through many storms,
Which leads to hopes and dreams constantly torn,
Clouds do clear and hope shines through,
But the inevitable next storm will soon roll through,
These stormy waters i know so well,
But no longer in them can i dwell,
The ocean bottom is far from clear,
Littered with remains of every year,
Failures, lost love, and bad mistakes,
They are all resigned to the same fate,
These ghosts of the past lurk in the deep,
Coming back to haunt me when iam most week,
All most demons and soft spots they know,
Trying to lure me to the depths below,
The longer i listen to the poisioned thoughts,
My hopes of chage start to abort,
Iam reminded that i can never change,
And the same mistakes i will repeat again
But a moment of clarity comes to me,
From this darkness i still can be free,
Its not to late to reach for the light,
If you have the strength ton stand and fight,
If you let the sunshine in,
Then the expulsion of these ghosts shall begin,
If i allow it to break through,
Then the ocean your on will become a beautiful blue,
The depths will clear and failures fade,
Demons and ghosts will then be afraid,
No longer will my life be controlled,
By things long past and their icey hold,
I was controlled by gambling focused on nothing else,
Now gambling can go #### itself

Day 7 free