The Colour of Anger

Red fire screams in his mind
Falling, falling like hail
Gripping his heart
Numbing its ever present pain
Red-hot is the colour of his breath
It’s the sound of his mumbled words
Unheard in the thunderous raging in his head
Her words are as a mime’s
The fear in her eyes unseen
The devil's stolen his reason
Red is the colour in his eyes
His hands are as fast as lightning
Bursting the ripe pomegranate
Spewing red pulp on the cream wall
Trickling down like tears from her blinded eyes
Spurts of pink dot his crisp white office shirt

PoP 24 April 07