The Sound of Purple

Can you hear it?

It’s conflicted, like me.

The sound of creative torment

somehow sets my soul free.

Do you feel it?

Or do you only see

the color of purple?

It feels like it is me.

Her primary color parents

bleeding blue and red.

Sometimes I try to tell them

I’m not crazy like they said.

'Cause some of us can feel it

and some of us are blind

to the taste of life and all the colors

making up Our mind.

I smell blue.

It gives me peace but much despair.

I feel like I’m not like you

‘cause I continue to compare.

But purple also comes from red.

I’m not just angry like they said.

It’s furious passion makes me whole

so I taste the life instead.

The only way to know True Me

is to blend the blue and red

and love that mixture to it’s core.

I’m purple or I’m dead.