Jealousy, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Jealousy-1913Jealousy, Edvard Munch (1913)


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

This Is Not My Home, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

This is not my Home

This is not My Home

From this place I wish to escape
For no longer safe do I feel
Many actions are surreal
Seeing shadows of anarchy

Do not recognize where I am
This place surely is not my home
There day or night so free to roam
Now fear a bullet will find me

Don’t dare to express my thinking
Without attorney at my side
For so many would say I lied
Not a word, not in a whisper

Peace and friendship almost absent
It appears we’re ever at war
As close as the people next door
Willing to plant me any time

Can’t ask where I’m able to go
For I may be asking a foe