A Poet's Notebook: Jealousy

Jealousy

It pierces through.

Like a toxic needle
It annihilates me.

Anguish consumes
The organ of fire
Left in silent torture.

Grief confined in ventricles
Thriving to be pumped out
Only to fathom
the impossibility.

It pricks and it stings.
It kills before it heals.



Author's Note: I wrote this in 2006 when I was in love and jealousy almost took the best out of me.