ENVY

ENVY

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Struck down,
Wounded,
Knife turns deep.
Blood; my tears
Falls splashing, painting
The floor in
Glorious red
Over green
With envy.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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alf
Hi Andrew. Who has been telling my secrets!!!! Come on, spill the beans, my friend!!! I'm going to find out and then . . . well, we'll see then. Ti's like you are reading my mind when I'm reading your poems!!!
Love this . . . Did you find that word in the dictionary???? alf

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Ha Ha! alf ,envy you say !!! Its a reflection on your writes lol I think it was sereena that warned.. read more
alf

9 Years Ago

I just so crack up sometimes!!!!
'red over green with envy' - very clever Andrew.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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9 Years Ago

:) you are too kind sir!
andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

I admire your excellent writes!:)
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9 Years Ago

Thank you, Andrew... I enjoy your work too and look forward to reading more :)

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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