i have made a mistake
i have made several mistakes
they all started when i left you
and i have tried in vain
to kill the pain
but the pain is killing me
can't go back and change the past
must move forward
barrel on thru
like a lorry with all the brakes out
i may try to pump the pedal
but i can never stop
all the while i lick my wounds
i made my bed
now i must sleep in it
even tho
i would much prefer
to sleep on the floor
Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anesthetic/
