by Angelina Reddy
Black veins stem through my arm,
Infesting my organs and tissues.
Life attempts to thrive,
But only lives to die.
They reach my fingers now,
Pigmenting my nails with repressed emotion,
Anger strains in one direction,
Sadness in another,
Envy through it all.
But from the Darkness, sprouts a Light,
From my prudent mind, my prudent heart,
The Darkness being pushed under
Still Envy guides me,
When is my moment?
Will I ever get my moment?
What must I do to get There?...