Envy is green

It’s the colour we’ve always known

It’s the colour it’s always been

But how did it come to be?

Of that I am unsure

Why not blue, black or perhaps still, marine?

But alas, I digress the matter at hand

Emotions are numerous

As numerous as sand

Envy is green and sadness is blue

Anger is red

But love is too

Each emotion is coloured

They look just how they feel

Some are simply spoken

And others all but hollered

But regret is an emotion

One you don’t really feel

You taste it on your tongue

And it is bitter but real

“Why hadn’t I done…?” or “Why didn’t I do..?”

Have difficult answers

Even if you’re a Guru

I wonder what colour it would

If at all it had one

Whether yellow or black as a day without sun

Regret is the thing holding us back

From good things and good dreams

And work without slack

Oh that I might discard it

And never have to think

On why I made mistakes

And on what might have been.