Sunday, May 22, 2016

Sonnet Three: On Jealousy and Strife, Eris and me.

'There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is, upright.' -Dylan Thomas, "Wales and the Artist," Quite Early One Morning, BBC radio, 1954.
A jealous mind is beset on all sides,
what might seem empty is full of envy
and discord is thrown impetuously,
there is a hidden bitterness I hide.
There is no comfort in a false pretense,
you are not only mental conditions,
it's not all just body and the functions,
sometimes, there is a deep kindness expressed.
Only love in the faces around me,
there is no comfort in a false friendship,
does anyone not know fear's deference,
does one not defer to fear equally?
If there is an open discord expressed,
I try to find my hidden bitterness.

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