red

Autumn

this red
always
writing in red
always
bleeding red
ever
wanting red at rest upon the red sea
it will be red

this red
now
to silence me
ever
feeding me
and in frightening me
reveals
it will always be red

but it makes no difference
it makes no difference, anymore
and still loneliness awaits my return
and still loneliness awaits my return
into red
into red