The Fall Of Invidia

By Ojeswi Medisetti

watch me burn myself up—

a futile attempt to savor life,

I sing now with a hollow heart,

“why can’t I fly as gorgeously as you do?”

forgive me, for I can’t love the same again,

I will forgo the sunset’s fondness this hour,

the delicate frown of a faceless moon,

no one can cherish your phases of bloom,

a grueling path to traverse, indeed,

to adore the only one to make you bleed,

I miss the days I’ve not yet lived,

The fall of my tune might just be revived.

By Ojeswi Medisetti