Best Poems Written by Eleanor Burke

Crimes & Ego's

Partly because of the 
life you lead
and the 
roads you travel,
I am speaking fluently
in the language of
confusion,
and I find myself
questioning direction
like a nomad without a map.

You have little or no faith in everything
and I 
am no exception,
simply an extension to your month,
the one in which 
you returned to me 
for a 
“take two”,
         a “second shot”,
and (with a sort of perfect timing)
just when I forgot
about your tendencies to
aim high
and hit low…
you swooped in with your 
perfect crime 
and left me to tend to my
bruised ego.

Copyright © Eleanor Burke | Year Posted 2006