Envy’s Ugly Poison

Envys Ugly Poison short poem

The mood was vile and monstrous,
Gloom hung in the air,
Walking on fragile cracks of emotion,
Dare I speak in converse.

Ridiculous to feel fearfulness,
Of someone who holds envy within,
Can we guide this competitor,
To overcome the grudging poison.

Bitter of taste and mind,
Swallowed in gulps of rivalry,
Corroding away from love’s cure,
Envy has turned to ugly….

Reply with compassion’s sweet essence,
Encasing the dark wounds with regard,
Cleansing the soul of its toxic venom
Could this envy be ugly no more……

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enjoy the moment and live every minute like its your last!!!!!believe in yourself anythings possible!!!!I love expressing my emotions through poetry, I hope you enjoy them. Thank you for reading... Mandy.x
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Preeti
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Responding to jealousy with compassion is such a good thought, especially in today’s changed times….Very meaningful!

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