a jealousy green as winter grass
grows succulent, lush, and full
on the long dead, barren
jagged cliffs, of my aching, envious, soul.
i watch you live, your chalice full-
as in emptiness i am bound
crackled leaf and bitter root,
the thistles with which i am crowned.
desires incandescence burns-
fever squelched, paralyzed with fear
sweet aria sung, life’s siren song
so weak, i strain- but cannot hear.
in this theater of my own parched soul
shut out all, but temptations moan
i watch you glide among the living
while stained, i stumble on, alone…..