I got something to contemplate.
I look and see things that I am not.
Stomach engrossed in knots as a twisted demise comes to mind.
Seething in hate,
I have no one else to emulate.
Quietly building a fever pitch,
the love wanes on a wires edge.
Who do I blame?
Myself, him or even her for even giving him the slightest gaze?
It´s all a daze through the haze of jealousy.
A end of reason, there is making it end.
The treason, it must be her!
Wait… it´s me! He means nothing to her!
No… it´s him!
he must burn and feel the wrath of my love!
How dare he intrude!
Has he no clue?!
Sanity goes, my mind a wreck.
I must forget this or I´ll go insane I tell myself!
But I cannot.
Consumed in thoughts of malice.
I´m sure it soon will pass.
About the Creator
Jack Wayne Arnett
I enjoy writing in many genres. My favorite is horror, but I also enjoy poetry, romance and military life. I love the challenge of writing outside my comfort zone as a challenge. I live in Riverside, California and have 5 daughters.
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