Poem, Homesickness

I could tell a storm was rolling in; the sky was gloomy and dark.

The clouds emerged as the storm inched closer toward me. 

I can’t take this anymore; 

this place is becoming my prison. 

Slowly closing in on me.  Everyday is like a nightmare creeping 

closer to the end that would never come. I miss home more than ever now, 

everything reminds me it. This feeling makes me even more uncomfortable. 

Staying here alone…

 all alone. 

Okay :) So this is a short poem (it was supposed to be an extract/excerpt form a short story that I intended to write but never got around to doing it) about being homesick. No I am not homesick now, I'm actually sitting at home and writing this :) Yeah, thats about it. I hope you enjoy my cheesy writing :P