He was jealous of the warm sun rays on my face,
He was jealous of the gentle,
breeze blowing against my face,
,He was jealous of birds singing outside ,he is always crushing me,
He said that no one liked me, He was consumed with jealously ,he lied , he was a snide,
He was jealous of the soft feathered pillar under my head,
he is jealous now that |I am dead,
He is jealous of the last breath that I took ,
He was jealous of me reading the holy book,
My death does not escape his jealously,
He is jealous of my soul as I am being lowered into a 6 ft hole,He is jealous of my decomposing body,,
He is jealous of my skeleton,
He is jealous of my vomit too,
His jealously knows no bounds. |dorothy maude