My mind gains quiet
With images of colors
Red smells like blood
Pouring across the floor
It was flung to the walls
And smeared on the mirror I saw
Red is the color of my anger
It pulses through my veins
It pounds in my heart
It bleeds in my brain

I shoo it away
But it comes back
When I’m not looking
It’s funny that way
It colors my actions
And enters my rhymes
I can try to dilute it
But it is sublime
I can only refuse it
To have any relent
I will not bend to it
Because it can’t be spent
Yet it doesn’t define me

It may have fueled
Who I am
Not an angry color
But someone who is free
Colors don’t bind me
And red is not for me
I like blue better
Blue feels like me
It is my eyes
It is my heart
I am true blue energy