all red

all red these walls
bleeding flowing
trapping senses until
what is left is a cry

sighing falling
deep inside a pain
bleeding flowing
crying and breaking

all red these eyes
all red these roads
i don’t know you
i don’t know them

 

2014

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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