The Red Room

You fall asleep in your bedroom,
When you wake up, it is red.
Red bed, red wall, red accessories;
You wonder if you’re dead.
You call for help but no one answers:
That means you’re alone.
You know you’ve sinned, but you’re confused:
Hell shouldn’t look like home.

You look around your Red Room,
And you wonder what to do.
You wonder if this bedroom
Had turned red because of you.
You cant help thinking, as you’re relaxed,
Your Red Room should be blue.

You call my phone and tell me all,
Asking me to pray.
You dont get why your room is red;
It wasn’t yesterday.
I laugh and say “I’ll come today,
Before you start to panic.
You might decide to lose the plot,
And I dont want you manic.

There’s no point your room being blue:
It’s ease and serenity-
Beautiful, amazing,
Like the peace you found in me.
You’re room’s not red because you’re dead-
It’s just my work of art.
It’s red because I love you,
And you’re always in my heart.

Makala Thomas