Jealousy, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Jealousy-1913Jealousy, Edvard Munch (1913)

Jealousy

A fit of rage has come over me
What is going on I can see
It is here before my very eyes
Of course she would deny
That she flirts with another guy

Look at the smirk on his face
In her heart me he wants to replace
What is it that makes me shake
Is it anger or is it fear
When he and she are so near

Did I not win her with my charm
Now she does me mental harm
Turning into a timid little mouse
Feeling sickly and insecure
Not knowing if I can endure

Here I languish as a fool
My courage now minuscule
Confused without confidence
In this hell I will always be
For I am a victim of my jealousy

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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