Envy is all that I holdA Poem by Pycpoet
So easily you hurt
So readily I accept my own pain
Fascinated with your spells that you weave
I can merely shout, unheard
You have a dagger, no, a sword
You readily cut out your own heart
And tidily place it back into your chest cavity
Smooth and direct swapping spit for writ
A book you lay before all
A hint of fruit, smokey not long held from an aged whiskied barrel
A complicated merlot swathed around many souls
Your thoughts laid out similar to a concrete sidewalk, defined, cracking and cold
Yet we are all drawn to this meandering myth, mirth and substance
Guided by are own lack of pointless wills and soul
Just don’t shout at me for my lack of understanding
Or my unwillingness to fall out of my hole
I can and will stand out and behind any, all
My conscience says aloud I should cherish these two inches of air around me
Holding out my outstretched arms, fingers to my hands, unfold
So simple I am
Envy is all that I hold
Gary A. Glasser (pycpoet) 03/03/08
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