Kicked Out

Rain pours, Thunder snores, Hail comes pelting down. Sheets of water, Everywhere. I feel like I may drown. Running through, Deserted parks, Looking for somewhere to stay. A lightning strike, Like a spike of light, Causing the night to fray. Finding a roof, Solid as rock, Relief comes flooding in. A place to stay, At least till day. My energy is running thin. I’m only fourteen, No where to live, Whatever shall I do? I’ll find a way, Let my sorrow decay, And start out my life anew. ‘Twas yesterday, My mum led astray, By rumours that burnt on pure sin, She kicked me out, Of our little old house, All my years which I’d spent within. “Oh why, Why me?” I say with a sigh. As tears begin to form. Mum, I miss you. I won’t let you down. I start right after this storm.