Tyra Jenny


The Colour Of Death - Poem by Tyra Jenny

I looked in the kitchen to find her dead,
I turned her around to see a knife stuck into her head,
Her blood is as red as a Ruby,
Dead and cold, just there.
It just couldn't be,
I was crying in dispair

It was all dark,
I was alone,
I then saw small spark,
And i wondered who got into my home,
The spark grew bigger and bigger and it turns into a flame,
I wanted to call the police but there was no one to blame,
I was all alone,
All alone to know that someone should be ashamed.

(10th March,2015, Australia)

Topic(s) of this poem: Death

Form: Dramatic Monologue


Comments about The Colour Of Death by Tyra Jenny

  • (5/2/2015 9:56:00 PM)


    OMG that is like sooo good i felt like i was actually there it is so touching awesome job (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 10, 2015



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