Red

A sea of red was being shed,

while my tears were spread.

There were words I wanted to say,

but it was your time to slip away.

And I was induced to a dull existence,

just a void and a weak resistence.

And you were gone to a better land,

as you so long had it planned.

Now, another sleepless dark night.

With feeling that are not right.

Now, more hatred and fear around.

Does it make you feel proud?