Envy in His Eyes

A poem of envy.

                                        Envy in His Eyes

 

I see him, again, my old friend,

But not quite the same, no, not quite.

A quick flash in his eyes,

Of hatred 'till the very end.

I see the glare like green flame,

Flying off his eyes like ice,

So cold is it that I can almost feel the dagger tearing down my back,

 I shout as I fall to the ground,

All the while, I can feel his cold dagger eyes in the back of my head,

Eminating green sins,

His eyes flashing with it,

He is driven by it,

Envy

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Comment... nothing like I've ever written before. I don't think I did as I could have... please give constructive comments.

Reviews

[Marina]

I actually really like this.
The words are descriptive and i love the way you put the words together.

And the symbolism...the green, i mean. I haven't read a poem like this in a long time.
You have inspired me!

Great job.
Awsome write.

XxStaySweet,
Rina