Jealousy

March 4, 2007
iranian.com

I am

All I despise

Weak, needy

 And unwise

Jealous

To the point

Where I cannot

Breathe or swallow

In envy of some

Insignificant

Clerk

I wallow

Just another face

Who in my life

Should have no place

Morning, noon

And night

            I sit

Fuming at the mere

Thought of

This:

Her lying

Besides my beloved

Whose very death

Then and there

I covet.

Here I am reaching

An age                                                                                    

Where I should

Be calm

Matronly and sage

But instead I pass my days

Trying to make sense

Of someone else’s ways

Struggling to win

A game that no one

But me actually plays.