Jamelia Lane

Red Is The Color I See

Red Is the Color I See
Red is the only color she can see
Dripping from the sky sliding from the trees
Red is the only color she sees
From the blink of an eye to a dropp of a penny
Red is the only color she sees
From the pain exploding within
To the drink being mixed with vodka or Gin
Red Is the Color Hanging On the Walls
Crawling on the floor and sliding down the halls
Red it the blanket that covers her a night
The color that hugs her skin so tight
Red is the Color that whispers death
That suck up the air and your last breathe
Red is the color tell her it will be ok
Just lay down close your eyes and pray
Red is the color that didn't make it through the night
Eyes closed no more memories in sight
Red it the color that hung on the knife
Gone was a life
No a breathe or a blink
The knife now lies in the sink.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 18, 2012
Poem Edited: Monday, March 19, 2012

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Comments about Red Is The Color I See by Jamelia Lane

  • Hope DentonHope Denton (3/18/2012 9:06:00 PM)

    Wow. It was a really dark poem, but it wasn't bad. I liked it. You did a good job on it, making sense with your rhymes. :)

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