• patrickcarpenter199

New Poem!

Envy


Phlegmatic it seems is the hunter to the hunted

No matter how many times he torments me

He just keeps looking at me with red in his eyes

Wrath be his sin, yet be his conscience

How I envy the power of the persecutor

Even as I shed these tears

Still he looks with belligerent eyes

Never enduring that which I must

Oh, how I envy the hunter


Phlegmatic it seems is the hunted to the hunter

To the outsider who sees only a tormentor

Who looks upon others with red in his eyes

Wrath be his ally, yet be his undoing

How I envy the meandering prey

Who’s only job is to evade me

Even as I hold in my tears

I still look with belligerent eyes

Hoping secretly they will understand what I endure

Oh, how I envy the hunted


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