Seeing red...
feeling blue...
that little green monster
clawing at your back...
Can the world learn to be color blind?
To ignore this anger, this hatred?
To see past the agony of a life gone wrong?
Maybe then I could really breathe.
Author notes
10-second poem. Unedited, from my brain to my page.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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very awesome... loved it!!
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its short and is chucky jam full of emotion. way to go sissa. keep up the good writes. and watch out for the big apples
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shor but says alot
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