The Mistake


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    The Mistake

    driving down the road I see
    troubled waters up ahead
    even closer now I get
    I can feel that awful dread

    I glance around to take it in
    my past is just around the bend
    my pounding heart tells me so
    and I pull over to see a friend

    I take the flowers from my car
    with my tears, I lose the fight
    I lay them by the wooden cross
    that's been there since that awful night

    You trusted me to get you there
    I took a drink just one you see
    Now I stand here all alone
    wishing you were visiting me

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    mamasan commented on The Mistake


    The words are brutally sad for an incident I wish you are only creating as a poem.........because dui is one of the latest epidemics where there is no least where I live.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    ohio24fan’s Poems (10)

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    The Christmas Box 2
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    Five Years SInce You Left 0
    One Year Since Savannah Left 0
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    Acceptance 0
    For my Baby Butterfly 1
    Butterfly, Where Are You 0
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