Envy, my loyal friend
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1 min readSep 11, 2020
At the stroke of midnight, he lingers by
He sings to me lullabies of hate
Another’s salary, success, and joy
He whispers lovingly into my ears
He paints a picture of what I deserve
My mistakes and insecurities
My work, peace, joy, me, myself
Just a toy in the palm of his hand,
Quiver, stretch or curl, I may
His wish is my command
Parties, interviews, home or work,
He attends uninvited
Traveling through time and space
Greets me every morning and night
After inevitable turbulence for a day or two
An overwhelming possession of the mind
I stand defeated, wave goodbye
Preparing his recurrence, yet again.