Jealousy buys the 'green-eyed monster' nothing
Left empty like an orphan of it's warm womb
Forever searching for greener pastures
And the fortunes of some long lost tombs.
The sorrows of a mother's heart oft' hint
In echo's upon main streets of despairs gloom
Where lusts ugly ambition always takes its fill of flesh
Along the avenues of the Red Light rooms.
The shadow people always walk it
And are oft' found 'neath a blazing moon
Where John's & their brother's always take what they want
In a place where Spring flower's no longer bloom.
Kelly, thank you so very, very much. So appreciate your taking the time to read my work.
Amiitava, Thank you and you are absolutely correct. It is a destructive emotion.
Patricia, thank you so much for your reading my poem. You are so appreciated.
Very true, jealousy begets nothing at last, though it tries a lot in wrongful ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never is anything ever gotten of jealousy. It is just a way of satisfying the soul with fleeting happiness. Nice.