Red


Red

supple

edgy swirls

cutting into my deep

churning the inside of

the buried being

Bruises of an endless quest

sores of everlasting yearnings

scars of unanswered questions

wounds of agonizing persistence

Teardrops

blood red like the anguish

of the soul

Confusion

poison of the Gods

grabbing the old

seizing ancient tales

told over and over again

buried in the depth of a past

long out of date

Empty space

Out with the old

in with the bittersweet taste

of not knowing

Not feeling

not seeing

not sensing

not grasping

the path ahead

Vastness

blurry

cloudy

Touch getting lost in the

almost unbearable void

Direction

meaning

stillness

patience

the hardest words there are

Following the beating of your heart

the silent whispers

around you

trying

Destination?

Yourself

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