When I see your rage
at fate’s vandalism
ripping the stitches
from your life,
I imagine your mind
holds a silence of red.
When I see the envy
as the world enjoys
its same old shams
you can`t now reach,
I imagine your mind
as a riot of green.
Yet I can`t tell the colour
that invades your mind
due to the depth of pain
your eyes aren’t hiding,
spreading its education
across your face.
But it must be
darker than black.
Gordon Scapens
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