Red

Racing, pacing pent up and mouth silently screaming

en masse a sea of red, and anger rides red crested waves

but ears deaf hear not and sickly sweet smiles stare back

and cold embrace asks what can be done

then shakes it’s head and with seductive tongue insists

it was always this way and always will be

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation; View all posts by Michael