The sickness finds us.
We try to run,
we try to hide,
but it always finds us.
The sickness is dwelling
within everyone.
Wheather they believe it
or not, they have the sickness.
I have it, you have it, he and she
they both have it.
There's nothing we can do to
prevent it from consuming us from
one time to another.
Killing this sickness with kindness
is the only way to rid us of it...
To get rid of this sickness is to accept it.
This sickness has a name...
Beware when you hear it,
it goes by the name of 'Jealousy'
Nice one! I wasn't sure where you were going, so the end surprised me. Cool! That is what poets are supposed to do!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aside from the 'Down the Sickness' song in my head now, this is a great poem. 'try to run, hide, it always finds us', this sense of urgency is awesome. Your idea to portray jealousy as a sickness is inspired. Double plus awesome-y.