Red Rooms Poem by K J

Nights are no longer painted in red
I have found peace in my slumber
My dreams are no longer haunted
Finally, my unslept torment is over

To find rest I had not to escape
I had not to leave everything behind
But I had to find a balancing state
A reason to ignore all things stained

Here I have found unthought things
I never sought in the first place
It's funny, things that fate brings
Leaving a happy smile on my face

Looking back with remembering eyes
At my short but yet so long time here
I see a labyrinth of truths and lies
Under a red sky that is never clear

Yet I do not feel hate or regret
For here I found things so precious
Amidst all the hidden anger and hatred
I found somethings not outrageous

A place once to hold my fascination
Has now lost most of it's old glory
No longer can I feel the temptation
These red walls now seem so weary

Still I keep coming back to these rooms
Not for the confusion of truth it creates
Not to heal or suffer old wounds
But for the people it attracts