This scenery is
splashed with red,
the color of blood-
trees, sky, and people
wear the same angry hue...
I can feel the curtain
between here and there
grow thin- and I could almost
agree with this sentiment.
I wish you were nearer-
sometimes...
though right now, I am glad
that you are not responsible
for the way I feel today
My mind races- burning
like the sun, with radiance not quite
the golden glow one would expect...
though I am painted blue
to show that I am not
what they can see...
and I can not play mother
to this pack...
angry children, turned wild
by ignorance, intolerance and envy.
My silence is my
greatest gift
to them. |