Jealousy

By: RDV

The scratch, unconsciously done or otherwise,
Lingers and the feeling
With which I receive thee
Doesn’t bear resemblance to my nature,
For wasn’t I the hearty soldier
That ever denounced publicly
Thy entrance to my front?
And my Ice Kingdom,
My constant guide,
Lies in defense of me.
Until thou charge in haste,
Steadfastly original to thy intent
Of diminishing me to injured pride;
Thence I falter for no other cause
Than the confrontation,
So bold, so firm,
Thou assault me so mercilessly with.
My mind and heart’s united efforts
Fail before my sighting,
Overpowered, overcome
More than I had prior conception of.
I let thee indulge me
With thy reprimanding silence,
In black tolerance.
I wait to tell thee that
The moment I get rid of you is ecstasy.