Jealous Sentiment 

You look sweet as rain

like fresh pearl 

and blue ember

Eyes sparkling 

with all the sins of

past September

Not that I begrudge you

your claim to fame 

But what I wouldn’t do

to have your reign

Master of your own world 

while I watch from the sideline 

What’s it’s like —

having the world as your pipeline?

But I could forgo

all that, and more

What sticks to the craw

the most 

Are the thousand lifes

you boasts

The grand adventures and detours

Because I have stayed and whiled away

all the last of my days

to a schism-numbing end

on promises of possibilities 

— unclaimed 

And they were all mine to hold

too much of a coward, did as I was told

Now full of regret, I am cold… old

Why did I not unfold

been uncontrolled and gone bold

Inspiration

The first line popped out after staring at a picture of a famous singer. The first three stanzas are my imaginative take/commentary of her life. The next three stanzas are a narrative of my life, in juxtaposition. The whole poem is centered on feeling jealous about another person's career.  

Process

Loosely follows a rhyming scheme.