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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