Jealousy

Jealousy. Oh sweet Jealousy! I feel thy bitter sting. Take seat in my heart And in my mind, Take flight on injured wing. Tis the moment To endure? To take one’s heart, Once loved, Once clean and pure? I shant be pressured. Gain is hopeless. Thy tree is rootless. I want one’s treasure. To break through Is the one who wins. Shall this be my destiny, To put out the flame of jealousy? Wanting the possession Which we cant hold Shall sew my wound Of further aggression? Tis truth be wrong! Tis nothing but a withered shadow Singing its tempting song. Raising peril Carries the throne On which misled Covetness walks. Pernishes tricks Fail to carry The withstanders But chokes the one who stalks. In the end, The final end, When holy sacred light Touches down On unholy ground, None can hold a fight. Tis thee who crave A worthless blade That fall in darkness With none to save. Tis Jealousy A path for me? Thy urge is strong Like gravity. Will not my soul be moved? Shall forever be A tearful sea Or an opened wound That shant be soothed? Jealousy. Oh sweet Jealousy! I feel thy bitter sting. Meghan Newton 2004