You look towards the setting sun

Burning like the fever in your head

Like the ring of fire encompassing you

Like the blurred opinions of your immature head


You look towards your favourite twilight sky

Teaching you lessons of your clogged existence

The crimson trail of clouds it leaves behind

The sky playing peekaboo with you


And you look back at what was once your day

Once a true, reciprocated love of yours

And now the howling storm clouding your mind

And the love in your heart seems like a void


You have now complaints about how nothing’s the same

Dancing with the devils and your inner demons

Waiting for the sun to shine again and show you the way

Waiting for the North Star to shine from within


You want to push those who tried to make you feel miserable

Off the cliff of your head to let them off your personal mind

To strangle each with your own bare hands

Till their skin matches your own crimson soul. 


Because it’s NaPoWriMo, another Poetry Challenge based on the theme colour.
The Colour Challenge: A week of original poetry based on seven colours.

(I’m extending the challenge by trying to tell a story through the seven colours. Don’t know if it’ll work out though.:P)

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