A JEALOUS DEATH (POETRY)

Angered souls paths of my mind do wander

Vagaries of a spiteful fate do I sit and ponder

Slim the moon, dark the night

Reflected sunlight, dim in my sight

Unfaithful my love, how truly untrue

Like penitent child my actions I rue

Remains in the furnace, voices in my mind

Whispers of spite shiver my spine

Anna so young, beautiful, strong in life

Perhaps my green demon didst cause thine strife

Young Michael, my friend, my confidant

How did I not recognize the desire, the want?

Cooling in furnace ashen remains do smolder

Rake over my soul, courage doth molder

Check the door – Yes, it is locked

Check the gun – Yes, it is cocked

Will a vengeful God forgive an old man?

In reproachful afterthought, I don’t think I can

Watch the hand rise from where lain

Will I hear the retort, will I feel the pain?