Red
Redifining, rearing its ugly head
Erie, empthying its color along my bed
Daring, coming alone and not dead
Red is the color of a crayon, and blood
Red is the name of album, and song
Red is the symbol for anger, and game over
Red is the word that I wrote this poem around, but yet it made no sound
Sound to resonate in your heart, but instead your mind that brings those old memories to light.