I Cried RedA Poem by AdaWrote for an assignment for my classI Cried Red When I think of death, I see cardinals flying in a graying cynical sky, at a carnival that has been abandoned of the sane. I see this all in a binding birds eye view But I feel as if my feet rest on the ground or I just wish they would. It's all ironic, especially the similarity of life and death. My grandmother, she took my life. She took it with a breathless body on a limp hospital bed. In this memory, all I could see were cardinals. They flew out of her, like torpedoes in slow motion. They came from her mouth, they came from her ears And they rested on her skin egging me on, they edged me toward death. As they laughed, as they flew, as I saw them, all I could see was red. Red, red, red and a single blue. The blue of a tear on my mother's cheek, the blue of the idle bodies who watched. And I started to cry, but unlike everyone else, I cried red.
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StatsAuthorAdaAboutMy visions of my future were vast and unconnecting under black dazed nights. On my walls were memories of future events I had yet to come and they looked like the northern lights. Even as I hugged a r.. more..Writing
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