Poetry Drafts / 14 May 2016

RED

Red is the canvas on the easel

morbid thoughts painting blood.

Red stains on the carpet,

slowly drying, leaving marks.

Red fingers, I carry with me,

obsessive cleaning, to no avail.

Red stains on your sheets,

spoils our dreams of a child.

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.