Cold

Their bedroom is warm, and the scene is left on pause

The audience watching, enthused with applause

 

The book on the floor

Is open, pages unread

 

The blood in the carpet,

Whsipers words unsaid

 

The cuts on Mom's wrists

The gash in Dad's head

 

The three red headed girls,

Strangled, and dead

 

A family that's over

A story untold

 

And five sets of lips,

Unkissed, and forever cold

Reviews

[BELLA]

love it

[emily joe]

I kind of wrote this poem like there was an audience watching this whole crime scene go down. And the family was killed in their bedroom. So I was kind of setting the scene.

[Cassiopia Summers]

Hmm, I like this poem, but what does the first two lines have to do with the rest of the poem?