"Vexations of One's Spirit!"
Jealousy erupts from
the precipice of his lips
an active volcano
spewing heated words,
his skin glowing lava red
as his blood pressure rises
Fists of rage
jackhammer at the walls
that have arisen between
this once joyous temple of
two lover's souls.
His dreams of
any companionship
tumble into an abyss
of his own making,
as he flails at the
emptiness without her.
All reverence for her charms
now lie sacrificed to the unholy worship
of a trinity of unfaithfulness
revoked in the realization
of her rancid deceit.
Eventually each of the synapses
of his brain collapses
into the pit of despair
from which his angst arose.
where all dead love goes.
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III- (C)-2020
