Here is yet another one of those depressing poems Ive been writing, but this one is also a drable! tell me if it's good please! and be honest, even if it sucks, I won't be bad I just want to know if I'm any good.
Red
Colors
yellow and blue,
And Purple and green,
He never thought he would live to see,
No black around him,
But white
and red,
Red is different, it is bright and warm
Friendly and welcoming
He missed red
The color he needs not dread
But what is this?
Red on his shirt?
His shirt is blue!
Red as turned against him
No longer his friend,
It makes him join the dead
Off the bed,
Iggy jumps in alarm
Surrounded in black once more.
The colors are no more.
He isn't dead,
That color red,
Was messing with his head
Review please!
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