Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Taken for a Ride

There I was in the gutter of

Remorse and despair over my

Recent breakup from my one love.

A big black car came driving by.

The uniformed driver got out

And opened up the door for me.

I hoped that this was all about

My one love in the car might be.

But no one else there did I find.

All alone how could I survive?

I sat, going out of my mind.

Heartbreak, my driver, on did drive.

At last I saw a sign that said,

"Take next exit to love is dead."