-Soft-

just something I had to do in class that I liked. ^-^

Pouring outside
Mother yelling about the rain,
"This ain't no weather that has been forecast!"
Father watching the game

"Not always right!"
Yelling with all my might
Though, she never stopped yelling
And Father's still watching the game

Strap on a coat
And put on my shoes
Going outside
For I am tired of the yelling

Look behind me before I go out,
Mother yelling at me,
"Where are you going in this weather?"
And Father watches the game.

Shut the door
Instantly feel
The rain kiss my skin
While the wind whispers to me.

Author's Note

^-^ Hehe

Reviews

[Bran the Broken]

ah...brief, a bit jagged, but it flows nonetheless....mingled pain and desire for something different, for peace, even in a storm....i'm familiar with the sort of escapism.

[(:]

This ish awesome. Usually your poems are good! :D
But you never read it for the class. -.-