No Reason To Care

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Triple Homicide - Poem by No Reason To Care

I'm glad the fighting's stopped
the house is silent
this is how I like it

no yelling
no fights
no broken glass

when they're both gone I'm happy
but when they come home
I go straight to my room
I try to be quiet
as I listen to music in the closet

the fight begins
there screaming
this time I hear my name
I ignore it
not wanting to join the fight

my dad bursts in yelling for me
my window left open he screams
he thinks I'm gone
I thought quickly
as my mom ran in


my dad yells again
at my crying mom
I cry silently
as she's pulled from the room

I hear a gunshot and I jump
grabbing a pocket knife
from my jacket

the cries stop
then another shot
a loud thump
as a body falls

I climb out of the closet
knife in hand
blood pouring out my
parents bedroom door


I open the door and see two
bodies on the floor
a gun in my father's hand


then sirens
and cops coming around the corner
so I take the gun from my dad
hold it to my head
a loud pop
t he cops would
call this a triple homicide
or double homicide and suicide
but I call this
a family
who needed help

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Comments about Triple Homicide by No Reason To Care

  • (10/22/2009 2:40:00 PM)

    wonderful narrative poem, very well written....10+++++++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 19, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, June 19, 2009

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