
All I see is red
And black
Black and red
Smoke and blood
Fire and ash
Whether eyes
Are wide open
Or clamped tight
In desperation
Attempting to
Lock out
The light
And shocking
Signs of death
No escape
From this
Endless hell
Though, that’s
Not entirely true
Every solution
Ends in failure
Every attempt
Slashed in scarlet
Totals climbing
Hopes rendered
Equally dead
One day silence
Will overtake
Crimson will run
Empty
Charcoal will be
The totality
How will we
All go on
Living in a world
Where one plus one
Never equals two
No matter
What proof
How many
Apples are lined up
Chopped in half
Chucked into the
Formerly glistening
Sea
Who will
Believe in an
Endless night
With vision flooded
Pupils dilated
Every thinking head
Held immobile
Lids taped
Staring directly into the
Core of the
Flickering sun
Nothing left
But flashes of
Black and
Red
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.



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