Poetry: I see Red

Palpable whispers endure the air,
Hissing ferocious - venomous - words
Shrouding the escape of a poisoned mind
To covert the truth of the outside world.

Red; the color of discontentment,
Blankets all light of hope and love;
What is love, but a problematic sequence
Of events that give despondency and woe.

Permit the twilight presence to cover and lie,
Protect, defend, offer bitter affection
To those who's hearts cannot survive demolition
Of absent devotion, long forgotten.