Consummate

I walk along a road I've tred before

The pleasures of yesterday still loom overhead

The incessant wheel churns constantly

It turns day into night and spurs us one step closer to our consummation

On the wall, cast in doubt my regret replays repeatedly for all to see

The blood drips from my fingertips and I know now

It was I who was wrong

There is definitely something missing from this poem, does anyone have any insight into what it might be? That said this is one of my favorite ones that I've written recently. I was thinking of adding the line "spinning in a never-ending cascade" after "the incessant wheel churns constantly" but I felt that it didn't really add much. Perhaps another line in the same place?

1.https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/3q1p89/i_left_him_for_dead/cwcmwtf

2.https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/3q2o72/where_is_my_tortured_past/cwcmnlb