The Mistake It's like the replay button is stuck The memory plays over and over in my head I find no solace in my bed There it is quiet, and with this memory I am repeatedly struck
A bright light among the pleasantry It all happens in an instant Suddenly I am distant Darkness fills the scenery
Tension boils, regret swells It can't be undone There will be no rerun On this memory my mind dwells
If a genie gave one wish It would be this Remove the amiss All fixed in a simple swish
The mistake It makes my heart bleed A time machine; I need To take away this ache
This is a poem that is a bit of a work in progress, however I wanted to give a bit of an update.