Jealousy’s Showcase

Tempest words on shades of grey
Beckoned a man to this day,
When he shall hear not his wants
But words to ripple his azure pond.

Dearth to endure her slow utterance,
He shivers quietly in a distance
And dusts his trust slowly away,
To led fury he thus is led astray.

His courage down a lane took a stroll
Well, as we know, it did take its toll
As he turned weak as a sodden fruit,
Susceptible to hatred’s covert abuse.

Reaching out to the air ‘fore him,
Gasping for breath, for his seraphim,
To his predilection slowly succumb
As Jealousy put him under its thumb.

A man then knows no logic or sense,
And even a nod is a futile pretence,
As he from his insides begins to burn,
To shut the world is all he yearns.

Beside the woman he once felt peace,
Now exists only a growing unease,
As she just tells of her past great love
His fear- his own was never above,

But buried ‘neath her memories old
Of someone else’s costly gold,
He cowers in fear of incompetence,
Jealousy shrouds him in clouds dense.

Through a curtain of fear he does speak
Of his love for her and a promised peak,
All with words fumbling and rapid
His conviction crestfallen and vapid.

His love he again does assert
Yet in sorrow he shakes and spurts,
As to her he reveals his cowardly self
Jealousy, smiling, places him on his shelf.

artwork: “Jealousy” by Edvard Munch