poetry

dawn breaks on the hills

mist rises from the river

the sky lights up pink 

I drive fast down windy roads

staring down towards the valley

sitting on my floor

the coffee  spilled on my bed

right down to the floor

Envy creeps like ivy,

clinging to the corners of my mind,

its branches suffocating joy, 

a dull ache beneath my skin.

It watches with hungry eyes,

feasting on what I don’t have,

a green tint across my vision,

whispering that there is never enough.