Envy's Eyes

You lie awake with eyes sewn tight
nevermore will you yearn
for rewards you have not won
nor, in your lifetime, earned.

Envy has you in its frozen grasp,
your cold heart, icy fingers bind,
it is not hunger that feeds and gnaws
upon your churning, burning mind.

Need, twisting deep inside your soul,
a choking, clinging vine,
sucking up your happiness,
leaving a hollow man behind.

My friend, love not these things
That others sow and reap,
Love, instead your fellows
Valued treasures you must keep.