Rhyming I Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

As I close my door and walk out side it is a little cloudy, Something told me this day isn’t right, but I got up and got dressed, And went against all my might, As I was walking I looked up, And saw a glimmer in my sight, A shard of glass falling from above, Reflecting the light so bright, It falls and slices my back, As if I just got into a knife fight, I start to run and try to shield myself, As I look up there are billions loosing height, Why all this when I just wanted to stay home, Just then I get hit in the eye and lost sight of the light, Why did you leave me mom, In the middle of the night?