Envy

Envy.

A cynical angry joker.

Not dressed in colorful striped clothing,

but in a business suit filled with contempt.

He is bitter and his scowl is sharp,

plastered to his face

He follows death, loss and depression           

like a nerd attempting to fit in with the jocks.

Trying over, and over again

to prove himself to them

…and himself.

So excellent at what they do,

causing pain almost to great to bare.

Bare, naked, alone and shivering,

that is how they leave their victims.

Every time, he stands in awe.

Nothing left for Envy to do except re-inflict.

He dresses up, cleans up,

and prepares to take what the victims

had just lost.

Like a business man, he makes a proposal

to the lost, alone, broken, and bare victim.

He knocks on their door, like opportunity.

Shows them what they just lost,

as if they could have it again.

But it’s a scam, a lie, and he shatters their dreams,

reminding them that they’ll never have it again, ever.

They look after him as he strides away,

the victim’s hand slides down the side of door, it clicks shut,

they weep more, and more,

they are striped, again.

thrown down, again.

Envy, however, still feels insignificant,

for he only re-created the pain

death, loss, and depression had.

So he finds something the victim never, ever, even had before

and waves it in their face through the window.

the lost, alone, and broken scream out,

internally and externally,

in anger, frustration, and hatred

they slam the shades shut.

“Why?!” they scream out, weep and tremble.

Envy thinks to himself “because life isn’t fair…”

and he strides away,

his quarter inch, square, phony, business heels clicking .

Guilt and sympathy pass him on the sidewalk,

as he looks back at them, he says to himself “is it…?”

He shrugs his shoulders and moves onto his next victim.