The red that I feel

The red that I feel

Is not the color which you know

It’s a feeling that I get when I’m angry or ill

I always try to let it go

But the pain becomes more and more real

It feed on my disappointment which makes it to grow

And my brain would always pass its bill

 

The red is a flame of fire

As soon as it enters in me it burns all my plans

And gives commands to manage her desire

It produces more anger clans

That before finishing the calculations a mathematician can retire

It has more grief than the mans

And it goes round and round like a rolling tire

 

The red that I feel has no medicine to heal

When I’m in a bad mood it becomes more harder

So I know being happy is a great deal

But how can I if someone is raising the red up the ladder

Making my anger to climb up the hill

And one day I shall become a murderer

Because my anger I shall kill.

 

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

The palette of red has always aligned itself with anger you did a wonderful job claiming it as your own. I also liked your flow of words and that you did not repeat yourself. Only the word ‘Red’ was allowed to run thru this piece. Good job my dear, great twist for the ending.