AdulteryA Poem by Consuela Burke
I used to be a choice.
Your life had forked. Down the road less traveled, You heard my voice. I don't know how. But you listened, and you found These delights laid on the ground: Victory over youth That your prime is now I stoked your every fire Because it made my life Irresistible The point is I never expected To be chosen (At the end of the path There's only more path) That was the illusion The road less traveled Leads back around But what a hell of a diversion © 2017 Consuela Burke |
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