Color my world
RED
The mark on your wound
A car that goes fast on highways,
A sound of pain
Nuclear bomb crashing on the earth
A person being pounded in the face,
Mother’s tornado soup
Blood out of dead animals
In a bowl
Juicy drop pops,
The anger in your skin
And eyes
The sky before the sunsets
The anger of God upon you,
Red can make you see the other world.
This poem is about:
Our world