There are deep,
angry red marks
on my flesh
and my mind
and my soul.
Marked and measured,
set aside,
for torment is acceptable,
no;
it is required.
I was sold a blue sky,
a yellow sun
and a green tree.
Red was not blood;
red was firetrucks
and racecars
and the Montreal Canadiens’ sweater,
but it was not blood,
it never came with a cost.
As I grew up,
that blue sky
and white clouds
and yellow sun;
they become the lie.
They become the metaphor,
but the blood,
it was everywhere.
Red streaks stained the eyes
and revealed the costs of desire.
A fine arterial mist
sent the crowds
into a frenzy.
Fear became currency
and lust a token,
parlayed into a new order
and I lost the dream
in one last game of chance.
It was all supposed to be
so simple.
Those basic geometries
that were a life I lived.
Yellow circle,
Grey square with brown triangle,
green circle with brown rectangle.
Half the background blue,
half green.
Heaven and Earth
and everything in between.
Blood red started with an apple on the tree.
Appropriate,
don’t you think?
Now,
there’s drops of red everywhere.
Hand prints smeared down
abandoned corridors of time,
as if to say;
“Don’t come this way.
There is nothing but death here.”
So I wandered
into red redemption,
colorblind,
awash in a sea of forgiveness.
I have learned
so much more
than scriptures.
I know now,
that the picture I drew
was not a lie.
Time has a way
of making the strangest things
come true.
And blood,
blood belongs inside you.
HG – 2017
I like how it is written but if I may I would want to suggest you use a darker color on your font. It was a bit difficult to read it 😀.
Thank you for reading and for your suggestion.
I like everything about this theme but the font. It defaults black and I have to change it every time. I have had complaints about the black font, so I have made it lighter. Take another look and tell me how it looks in a darker color.
It is better now 😀.
Thank you. I appreciate your help.
Anytime :).