Emerald Green
I live in a world of emerald green
fire whose embers burn.
For too long now all I have seen
is that color of which I yearn
to be free.
The passion flames lick my soul
its kisses searing hot.
While in my head thunder rolls
as my heart begins to rot.
Green flames flicker cross my view;
their ashes form my tears.
For I cry each time I see you,
and I cringe when you are near.
My heart has cracks and holes-
wounds from repulsing fire.
And through bullet wounds escaped my soul,
abandoned in muck and mire.
What I cannot have is all I desire
and therefore I cannot escape
the fire.
Burning forever and a day
never leaving me to go on
my way.
So my vision shall always be
tinted green.
Tainted with
jealousy.
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