I'm the Color Red.

I'm the Color Red.

A Poem by October

I’m the thoughts inside your head. I’m the color red. I can’t help but hide myself, down inside myself where no one can see. And nothing is as it seems. Constantly falling. Nothing changes the experience, and I’ll never grow tired of quoting song lyrics. It’s all I hear. Losing hope and gaining fear. Everything spun out of control. Young and old. You’re only free if you do what you’re told. Switching souls. Stories told. A child’s always missing. Couples kissing. Bombs in the background. So loud you’ll never hear another sound. Babies crying. People dying. Hands praying. And you keep saying and saying. I fear the maybes and the in-between. It’s all I’m made of or so it seems. You’re my cigarette after a hard day. You are all the things that keep me sane.

© 2010 October

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a visceral write. a highly developed extended metaphor. I enjoyed it immensely

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Added on September 8, 2010
Last Updated on September 8, 2010



Decatur, AL

Quiet. Disturbed. Insane. more..

You woke up. You woke up.

A Poem by October