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
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