Hills of Envy

Hills of Envy

Looking over every crest
For something I can’t find

Spiteful reasons coalesce
This oxidizing mind

Not a touch of reaching Fall
My soul so cancerous

There’s no beauty nor light at all
Can soothe this animus

For those who have what I don’t have
It’s hard to overrate

The wound there is, that has no salve
From my
Undying
Hate

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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