WITH MY PETTY JEALOUSY
by Paul Curtis Sibilant whisperings Greeted me For it was I Who stole their glee The gathering Looked upon me As the architect Of their misery They could barely Keep their hate inside At this wedding Without a bride It was all my doing With my petty jealousy And with it in me I had made her flee I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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