red

red

A Poem by Wicked Jester

everyday life consumes and angers me to the point

 

I see "red"

 

I try to hold it back, biting down hard on my bottom lip

 

I feel wetness running down my chin, I wipe it with my hand

 

I see "red"

 

verbal insults come my way, sending my fists back as my reply

 

I see "red"

 

"red' the color used to show an array of emotion

 

"red" used to show love

 

"red' used to show anger

 

"red" used to show evilness

 

"red" used to show shyness

 

My favorite color is black, but life comes full circle and

 

black eventually turns to "red"

 

 

© 2012 Wicked Jester


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I'm wicked and funny.... I write what I want, and I say what I want. I am not a pro at writing, I do it for fun. If you like what I write...thats sweet. If you don't thats alright too. more..

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