Hues Of Red Poem by April Humason

Amidst the shadow of your hell, I paint,
Each stroke draining my humanity,
Reclaiming your devilish ways, I taint,
Sin obtained with ease under your malignity.

Fixed in this inferno, I entertain,
Embracing the demonic villain you've become,
In this hellish nightmare, silence I maintain,
Sustaining your worthlessness, my heart's numb.

You've beaten me down, stained the canvas red,
Drowning in your blood, I search for reality,
Past me is fading, every droplet a thread,
As I gain back my soul, blank with neutrality.

Now, free from your campaigns, darkness surrounds,
My last painting shall be of the deepest hue,
A red, so beautiful, my heart resounds,
A testament of strength, my spirit anew.

Though you'll never see my masterpiece unfold,
Hues of red tell the story of the battles fought,
A journey of resilience, brave and bold,
In the face of darkness, my spirit caught.

With every brushstroke, my pain I release,
Crimson shades reveal the trials I've been through,
I rise from ashes, my soul finds peace,
Hues of red, a symbol of transformation true.

As I paint my way through shadows of the past,
In every stroke, I find my strength anew,
Hues of red tell of my resilience steadfast,
An artist of my life, my spirit grew.