Jealousy
There he was sitting in the corner.
Destain and hatred masked his face.
In screams of agony the anger grew.
Until it became embedded into him.
A like of this feeling occurred.
It became a passion.
A phenomenon to the eye.
Although the burning sensation that fueled him,
Finally faded away.
The walls surrounding him, choking him,
Disappeared and to his relief,
The light was victorious over the darkness that controlled him.
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