Cracked eyes grow dark and sullen,
As they encroach on a picture of your successes.
Covetousness clouds my senses and impales my spirit.
A quick rush of guilt but soon eclipsed,
For I envy everyone, everything.
I wish I had your art, your music, your mind.
My own are not enough to sate me.
With a glance my jealously rises to choke me.
I desire your past, your present and your dreams,
My own life just frustrates me.
I'll your paint life golden and plot to steal the gilding,
For my world doesn't shine enough.
Invidia rises to dominate me.
I drink my days in jaundice,
For its the only taste I know.
I'm confined with my disease,
Its the only way to break each day.
I'm painting my picture in deepest green.
My world is heartache, sorrow, and yearning,
For I envy everyone, everything.
I think its very easy to fall into despondency by thinking about what other people have that you'd give heart and soul to have. I know in my own life this mainly covers my ex-girlfriend and a general envy of people who can life life relatively carefree minded (I was head of the house at 17 due to my Dads death)





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