Red
Red is the color of hate.
Hate held down
By a broken soul
Because the Red words of another
They once loved
Burden their weary shoulders.
Red is the color of dread and war.
Dread feels like
Vulnerability
Contemplating Red
And the war speaks
Of bloodshed, horrors,
And sorrows born
Because the Red of another
Spilled over our own.
Red is the color of defeat,























Of anguish and of pain























Red makes people suffer























Because Red was forced upon them




















And because they had no say.
Red feels like sorrow and loss,
Hatred
Towards a brother.
Or a crimson stream gushing,





















Sorrow created
At the expense
Of a lover



























Who can love


























No longer




























Because of Red.
Red feels like violence
And it seems like
Anger storming down,
Sounds like
Cries floating on the wind.
Tastes of Darkness and Death


















Reminiscent of


































Those that suffered

























And were lost

























Because of Red.