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.