The world wears a red coat

The world rushes toward me but I don't think I can do the same. The world is stronger than I am, it has been and still is and perhaps always will be.

The world rushes toward me at full speed

And I don't think I can collide with it head-on

I'll get a sore bruise and a hell of a headache

I'm bruised enough already

There are only so many wounds I can sustain

Before I crack

I'm afraid of what might leak out.

But even as I have these thoughts

I can see the world dressed in its red coat

Its horns pointing directly at me

Rushing toward me at full speed

Merciless,

Cold,

Unforgiving,

I don't think I can face the world,

Not today anyway.

Author's Note

Haven't posted for some times guys, sorry for that. This one's just something I had to write right then. No editing at all so might not be too good.

Reviews

[Tom]

I think the secret is to pace oneself and take things on board one at a time, for the world is a demanding place and we can become immersed in the deluge !

A unique thoughtful passive poem!

[Katho28]

thanks for reading Tom, and a very perceptive insight you've got there :) thanks for commenting

[Riding the Rainbow]

this piece is amazing..I felt it inside me..

[Katho28]

thanks really much :) your words mean a lot to me as they always have... thank you again x

[Riding the Rainbow]

you're welcome..I'm always here for you, honey