What is it?A Poem by SixDegreesTogether Hm. Well, what is it?
It is scarlet.
It flows like molten rubies.
It is pain.
It mocks white linen, white paper.
It is agony.
It locks your breath in your chest when it flows.
It is blood.
It is toil.
It seeps through porus crevasses.
It is labor.
It soaks cloth on a hot day.
It is stress.
It oozes out of your skin, dampening your brow.
It is sweat.
It is sorrow.
It streams out at the setting sun.
It is frustration.
Its saline drops glisten in the moonlight.
It is loss.
It gathers in your eyes and trickles down your cheek.
It is tears.
It is blood.
It hides in shadow, its true colors never showing.
It is sweat.
It toils the days away in its gloom.
It is tears.
It steals away to an isolated place where noone can see it cry.
It is me.
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SixDegreesTogetherThe Instrument Room, OHAboutAbout Me? Well, I'm 15, I write occasionally, love music (not just listening) and reading, play Cello, Clarinet, Trombone, and various other things, would label myself as a 'geek', am a proud member o.. more..Writing
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