Writer’s Block

Red eyes,
buried in shadows,
gleaming with rage and hate.
Shining from the depths of my soul.
Anger, screaming.
I want what you have…
Why do you have mine?

Blue eyes,
flowing with tears,
sadness in their depths,
weeping in the pit of my soul.
Heartbreak, crushing.
I want that too…
Why can I not have that?

Green eyes,
flaming with jealousy,
Envy, desire, and want.
Raging from the darkest pits
Greed, Desire.
That is mine…
I want it…now.