Red Is A Slow Colour

The black house in in my street

looks too dark just to go inside

But when I do

I cannot move because of

the mess in the hallway

The picture on the wall is chaotic

I don’t want to look at it

But when I do

I cannot speak because of

the confusion in my head

I am unfit and I want to leap away

But when I do

The red colour comes after me

It is fierce and it moves slow

The picture on the wall is chaotic

I don’t want to look at it

But when I do

I cannot speak because of

the confusion in my head

I am unfit and I want to leap away

But when I do

The red colour comes after me

It is fierce and it moves slow