Poems - Seven Deadly Sins - Invidia (Envy)
Envy is a worm
Nestled in my brain
An ever present burning
That drives me insane
One cannot be content
Nor have peace of mind
When all the while
This worm, it burrows
Reminds me what's not mine
It coils, thin, convulsing body
Squeezes anger
But lacking hate
Offers little satisfaction
In any step I choose to take
Envy is a maggot
Swallowed,
Whole and plump
Seething in my stomach
Delights that I intake
The taste of sweet success
Or happiness,
Suffers to turn bitter
Fester, absess
Blind devouring creature
Cannot truly discern
What serves to feed it
Or for what I yearn
Envy is a foreign curse
Inflicted on the body
But no simple cause or cure
Can be remedied
The eyes, the heart, my ears detect
Will hurt, despise, repent, regret
And suffer to endure
As envy gains its daily bread
Envy,
If you have my heart's desire
If I am to be denied
Envy,
Be my supper
But only til
I am fulfilled
And truly satisfied.
Nestled in my brain
An ever present burning
That drives me insane
One cannot be content
Nor have peace of mind
When all the while
This worm, it burrows
Reminds me what's not mine
It coils, thin, convulsing body
Squeezes anger
But lacking hate
Offers little satisfaction
In any step I choose to take
Envy is a maggot
Swallowed,
Whole and plump
Seething in my stomach
Delights that I intake
The taste of sweet success
Or happiness,
Suffers to turn bitter
Fester, absess
Blind devouring creature
Cannot truly discern
What serves to feed it
Or for what I yearn
Envy is a foreign curse
Inflicted on the body
But no simple cause or cure
Can be remedied
The eyes, the heart, my ears detect
Will hurt, despise, repent, regret
And suffer to endure
As envy gains its daily bread
Envy,
If you have my heart's desire
If I am to be denied
Envy,
Be my supper
But only til
I am fulfilled
And truly satisfied.
By Hilary Wheaton
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