You were late again.
She was yelling.
Light seeped under my door with words that came out in a roar.
I was supposed to be sleeping.
You were supposed to be home.
I pulled the covers over my head,
Overcome by feelings of dread.
Your voices grew louder and louder
Doors slammed and all became quiet.
I was supposed to be sleeping.
You were supposed to be home
2006 This was for an assignment for a poetry class I took...not my best but it satisfied the needs for the assignment.