Growing in Jealousy

Cauldron.pngA fit of jealousy,

envy –

the rich and the succeeded,

the learnt and the creative,

the jolly and the healthy,

What trance occupy senses

sly and steamy,

beats grow and roar,

organs pop out ā€“ instruments blow,

gushing agony

through a ruthless ware.

The thunder will peace,

the storm will fly,

the rain will dry,

the moon will shy

but a soul heinously jealous

never humanly rise.

Hence gloom

at noon,

even at midnight,

in a cauldron

of boiling jealousy

plotting a foul play.


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