A King's Jealousy

Anger/Jealousy.

A King’s Jealousy

 

I see his old, immortal words of lust,

And I cannot help it, I must

Attack and curse his mortal name.

It seems jealousy is his game.

 

Now, totally engulfed in my rage,

I flip and tear the page.

I look for more of his rustic speech,

Suddenly, bird sounds outside my window; a screech.

 

I emerge from this body of anger,

I now see a clear and present danger.

If my trust does not expand I shall drown,

Or risk loosing my title, my heart and my crown.

 

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Great story poem. Thank you

[quinfinn]

i sense a paradigm here, but am not sure which reference to expound upon, although i like the gist of this piece and i think you have worded it extremely well. maybe you will clarify this for me?

[Inda]

It's suppoused to be someone who found a letter that their significant other kept from a previous relationship. it's the initial rage, followed by the mature calming down as the person realizes it's just an old letter.

[quinfinn]

ah, i thought of that at first and decided to outwit myself, as usual. i love the way you expressed this. sometimes i'm too analytical for my own good.

[Inda]

I over analyze sometimes as well. By the way thanks for reading and reviewing. :)