I see it everywhere.
I see red, and I wonder,
"How agonizing is it for a daughter?"
To carry everything on her shoulder.
I see red and still wonder.
"How can she not be bothered?"
By the falling asteroids of matter,
And keep standing stronger.
I see red, and it streams from her.
Filled with tiredness she can no longer utter,
A red sign of her getting shattered,
From unending worries on hereafter.
From her wrist, red flows like a river.
A carve out of desire for slumber,
Like Princess Aurora on her bed's comforter.
Wanting a break from the troubles she encounters.
