Red Days
This disease is so much contagious!
You see it stingy and so terribly delirious.
Tears kept on flowing like a waterfall,
My eyes were trembling like a shaky voice call.
I spent red times on this happiest season.
I couldn't smile enough because of this unexpected treason.
I kept on opening my eyes and I found it so hard,
It’s exaggeratedly too much and I found it so barred.
People tried to avoid me! That’s so much pain!
Were they thinking that I’m viciously insane?
They couldn't stare at me because they were so much afraid,
People were overreacting like a cowardly cat scared.
I woke up on Christmas with one eye opened,
Seeing blurry figures and I was totally frightened.
Guess red days will just turn into dust.
I promise this won’t happen and this is going to be the last!
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