the empty kitchen smells like mould
the tiles are green the mood is blue
since yesterday it has a darker hue
turns even darker with the cold
for all I’ve tried I can’t escape
it climbs relentless up my thoughts
nevertheless it joins the dots
from the fog drawing a new shape
it’s been a blessing for the soul
it’s been a burden on the mind
I try to sooth it keep it confined
for in truth the blue is as black as coal
it pours over and spills into my home
invades room after room in moments
the doors cannot contain such torments
it burns like lava burned Pompeii of Rome
June 2020