'Chasm' Poem by annabell callest

'Chasm'



My head hurts,
and every time you try to help,
it gets worse,
no matter how hard,
I try to hold on,
I keep slipping down the chasm of my jealousy,
as she sits next to him,
my arms go limp,
and all is lost,
in this chasm,
of my jealousy.

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