Jealousy

Just something i wrote

 

Jealousy fills my soil with the lust for his life

Championship and wealth, what more can a man dream of?

I cry out to heaven to pray upon deafened ears

Why is it I with such a cursed fate?

From men’s eyes, my life is therefore disgraced

I sit and wallow in my own dismay

Is it wrong to despise him from I see is what I want

Remembering the day when she brought just things

What now must I do?

Fate left to kinds and kinds alone,

I wonder. .Did the soul wither or the mind just wish away?

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Brandon]

Very nice job on this poem. Keep up the good work.