The Devil’s Red

It comes over you in an instant,

The flash is as quick as lightning.

You are smiling, then it is gone.

Your eyes are lost, and the anger grows

You become taller, bigger almost bloated

Not seeing or hearing a single thing or person around you

People are shouting at you

Trying to calm you,

Nothing will get in your way

Not him, your best mate,

Not her, your life long friend

Not me!

It is like you have been taken

The devil…

Has suddenly overtaken you

He has become you

And all you can see is red

You will not stop

Till the person in your path has had what is coming

You need to hit out, you need to fight

You will hit anyone in your way

The devil red has overtaken

There is on outburst

A firework is lite

And it is an almighty bang

Then the devil is gone.

The red has disappeared

You can see again

Your eyes are back, you can hear

The devil has departed…

Until next time!

This post was written for Josie’s Writing Workshop I choose prompt number 4. Red
– Something this colour inspires in you.

Please go and look at some of the other posts as well.

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12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jingle
    Nov 19, 2010 @ 00:24:13

    fabulous,
    I love the flow and your word choices,
    Thanks for sharing…

    attend my poets rally week 33 if you wish,
    I would love to have you share your talent with fellow poets.
    cheers!

    Reply

  2. dancingfreak
    Nov 19, 2010 @ 08:57:06

    wow!!

    some poem :O excellent write 🙂

    Reply

  3. Julie Jordan Scott
    Nov 19, 2010 @ 16:33:40

    I remember when my son was like this: red. Now, he is more of a yellow boy. I never would have guessed three years ago the nine-year-old he has become. Life changing.

    Your words, so potent and gripping. I am glad I found you through the Poets Rally today.

    Reply

  4. ~Drew
    Nov 21, 2010 @ 06:14:41

    Reply

  5. somewhere else
    Nov 22, 2010 @ 03:23:15

    enjoyable and entertaining

    Reply

  6. Liliana Negoi
    Nov 22, 2010 @ 11:18:38

    mmm, i realized at the end of reading that i had stopped breathing 🙂 i’d say that’s a good sign about this poem. really enjoyed it!

    Reply

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