Cruelty Shades are Red and Blue - Poem

I'm nothing

I'm what

I'm of nothing

I'm of things caught 

By the time

My red is something I can't see

Or do I want to share with other

I may look like a tree

With new skins and leaves 

Make my old inside clatter

My blue days go through

From what I see to and fro

Do these flies know the place

Where honey is stored

For me to go

Things get symmetry

Things get out of hand

Whispers become shouts which come by the time

Or the shouts attack like time come by

Why is it like to be