Note: This poem was one of the few that was published. This was accepted to The Iconoclast, issue 67.
Jealousy
Jealousy,
grown up,
still acts like a child
when he doesn’t get his way.
Left unattended,
kicking and screaming,
his feelings spread
like cancerous cells
until he cries himself
to sleep.
good poem.
Thanks. This one took a little work.
Thanks Robert. It took a little work but I’m happy with the final poem.
I really like this one. 🙂