Seeing Red

I see red

in the blood that flows inside me

it calls out my name in a rage

like a coming tempest

but its silent and subdued

only making itself felt through

stern reminders and unwanted advice



I see red

it flashes bright and brings tidings of peril

Each step I take and every mile I go

with each second that passes

It consumes me even more

enslaved with my consent

I struggle

trying to break free



I see red

and it tells of revolution and civil strife

fierce, fiery, and filled with passion

and its gone awfully wrong

the dead litter the streets

along with principle and good intentions



I see red

its the setting sun

colored crimson at dusk

ushering darkness and uncertainty

it spreads and shrouds the land

seemingly endless, cold, and haunting



I see red

and its the color of courage

as it brings forth a new day

promising more uncertainty and hardships

yet it serves as a banner to push on

with rage in our hearts

as we go about another day