All the red, it’s inescapable <br />As hard as I try, I can’t get away from it <br />It’s teasing me, holding me in its grip <br />Not letting me go <br />I feel confused, lost <br />Unsure of what is going on <br />I hear an angry voice, <br />Shouting and shouting, making me ears shudder <br />I find myself lying down, <br />How did I get there? <br />I open my eyes and see my mother <br />But something’s wrong, she seems different <br />Her eyes are blank, emotionless <br />And then I see the red <br />The red that’s inescapable<br /><br />Caitlin Hancock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-83/
