Crimson

2006

Crimson is passion
A screaming silence
A warning to stay away
It’s danger; grief; violence.

The smell of smoke
That shortens your breath
Coarse, rough, and scratchy
The color of a predicted death

The lonely sky at dawn
With only half a sun
She fights for a spot in the rainbow
And will fight it ‘til she’s won.

Crimson’s the color
That burns in the heart
It’s what you feel at night
When you wake with a start

The sound of a bullet
That’s getting near
The whirl and scream—
That’s crimson you hear.

Can you taste the regret?
It never quite goes away
Crimson breaks rules
Of the games you all play.

Crimson’s a loner
She needs no one else
She does just fine
All by herself.

She doesn’t try to compare
To her sweet sister, Pink
Crimson’s happy just being her
She doesn’t care what they think.

No following trends;
Original meets technique
She didn’t want to be just plain “Red”
Crimson is unique