This poem is for Monday’s Poetry Potluck, which you can check out HERE: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/poetry-potluck-seven-deadly-sins.html
Envy
It eats at my heart
Like acid
I smell the burning flesh
As it chokes up my lungs
But I suppose there are holes
There now too
It tears at my emotions
Like talons
Slicing at my shame
So deep
But raking my black heart
Deliciously
It turns my soul to cinders
Like a bonfire
Sparking my blood with pain
Leaving nothing left of me
When it’s charred up
My shattered pieces
My Life is a Notebook 
Very effective personification of envy as a ravaging enemy. Skillfully and artfully spoken. Blessings to you…
after all, only shattered piece left,
powerful envy fire.
well done,
That last stanza will stay with me for a while….powerful my friend and so perfect for Potluck…thanks for linking xxx
great staying poem..
It’s very vivid. Amazing word picture!
Smell the burning flesh, acid eating the heart–great imagery that will stay in my mind for awhile. Great job!
perfectly worded..
envy is indeed deadly.. it rips you apart.. breaks relationships..
lovely poem dear 🙂
Awwww. I did the same type of poem, with Envy as the protagonist. Here’s mine http://thelunaticsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/whisper-of-john-doe.html