Jealousy

JEALOUSY I am the death of all that's good the dark of darkest night I come from what's not understood devouring all that's right. I feed on love and pain it brings and your uncertainty, the great destructor of all things I make what you will be. I never die or go away but keep on getting strong I eat at you both night and day until all love goes wrong. And you will surely die alone but never comprehend I am the death of all you've known until your bitter end. © ron wilson arbuthnot vee bdosa the doylestown poet