seeing red;

the sun starts to set

and the weather gets colder,

and it’s nice until you realize that

the red energy has gone blue,

and that you have gone grey.

the truth is that

it’s exhausting,

shouting at the top of a canyon

and hearing it echo back at you

except softer,

and when you hear a voice from the other side

and you have the audacity to shout a reply,

it is no longer yours.

it is theirs.

there is considered to be strength in shouting

at the top of a canyon,

even if the only voice echoing back

is your own.

but your voice becomes

nothing more than a reply,

and your red becomes weary

and then blue

and then grey

and then silent.