The Red Book

In those pages that I lay to rest
and closed those secrets for another day.

I found the rage still locked inside
it screamed and shouted as I buried it alive.

I closed the book, red it was
red with anger and rage inside.

She called to me like mother would child
take it, embrace it and feel alive.

I locked those secrets, lay them aside
and forgot those pages and walked alive.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by MadSoul.

 

Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?