Jealousy

My jealousy broods a colored hue Awash in love's torment As I feed the green-eyed-monster To make bold such discontent. Happiness holds no measure In a world past its prime. I will smell no summer roses. I will drink no summer wine. I ignore my many blessings As obsession demands a sacrifice. I mourn not the good that fades away. I will pay the highest price. There are easier ways to live... I know this to be true But jealousy is the tyrant... I've hitched my wagon to. The End