jathin aka jesuzz
Death Of Envy - Poem by jathin aka jesuzz
Look at you, my Angelfire.
Now you are neither angel nor fire
Like a lost piece of an intricate jigsaw
There you lay having none for a clue
Why to ground stuck you were, as if with glue
I know you will never rise again.
I know you will never race again
I know you will never be rife again
Forget not but one, me
For with you, left me; my vitality
A stone in your path, turned synonym to your tombstone
It happens they say, when your pace is envy, even for lord
With a wavering hand, a wicked smile ’n’ a winter heart
In sip by sip and gulp by gulp, I gave it to you
Heard, in my heart the satan sing, an unholy hymn.
Oh my dear have a good sleep for you have worked too long
In the tired fields of your mind, I hear your haunting song
In your walk to the church I found you fell ‘n’ bled
In your path to glory I saw your wounds heal
For my pride you rose ‘n’ fell,
In my happiness you found your feed;
Mounted each time, you were
Gave me laurels of gold and gay.
Still I left you rotting in a bed of hay
How cruel am I, for I felt so shy
In hearing your silent cry.
Some part in me loves my life
The other, no doubt you
Let me join you in your joyful runs
Across the valleys you only dreamt, ‘n’ seldom felt
Let me watch you cut the winds
Under an open sky, on a stretch of the infinite highlands
Let me watch you break away,
Away from circles you did in the racing stands
Away from those gleaming leather reins,
The irksome weight of your saddles.
I envy you, for those priceless pleasures
You are minutes away from.
From the bottle I feed you,
I sip the arsenic making me blue
For how could I now live, in
In a world where u have all an I have nothing
In a world where I stand in the stable and you in the stands
In a world of men, who are all mirrors of me
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