White World Turned Red

Thu, 04/20/2017 - 11:35 -- Angel V

Its a big white world

in which we must add color ourselves

however the only color I have is crimson

the color of humanity

for I am as human as they get


The world will never be colorful 

we paint it red until our very walls rust out into a bright orange

in which will soon deteriorate

but as we grow

we will accept this world and will learn to love the very color we are condemed to

This poem is about: 
Our world


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