The smell of red

Red the scent of anger and pain,

My vision becomes more blurred

With a puddle of sorrow in my lap.

The grip of the wheel feels like the only thing I have left to hold

Cold in an august night 

Gray the only thing on my mind 

The wheels turning,

Only to make me go back.

If remembering hurts

Why does it soothe like ice?

The morning was yellow, 

The night is black

Why must things end to start a beginning?

Why does the smell of red remind me?

Why does it hurt and soothe together?

Why must it be red? 

R

 E

  D.

Red.

The color of red is everything but that

Red means compatibility

Compassion 

Love. 

Why does it have to be red?

It could be the color of sorrow and sadness

But it’s RED. 

Nothing but, 

red.