The Blue and Red

Sadness always trumps anger, simply for the reason that sadness is eternal, constantly flowing like the waves.

My heart was blue and yours, red
The deep burgundy color of the rusted shed
Tools and nails lined the walls
One step inside and I reached the saw
Covered in blood, a torture device
Used to slaughter, one cut would suffice
As you ventured inside the deep blue cave
Screams pierced you ears, sirens in a daze
You fought and thrashed to escape the wave
It enveloped your shed in a blurry haze
Blue filled your lungs, a bitter taste
Your saw was useless in the dastardly place
You cut and cut, but to no avail
Your blood red heart
Could never sail

Reviews

[Curtis.Lenker]

This poem is awesome. Such powerful emotion. I enjoy reading your work. You are such an awesome poet.