Insane Newscaster By Bree S. I grab an umbrella in the morning, on my way out the door. The newscaster poisoned many minds with lies of a sunny spring day. It's cold out there, so I put on my jacket, and my all seeing eyes view the gray skies outside above the concrete horizon. The sun has been encased in concrete as well, so there will be no sunny days until further notice. The rain pours down into my mind, so I raise my umbrella to fight off the cold rivulets ruining the circuits of my brain. I pull my collar more tightly around my neck, because the wind is a vampire trying to suck the life right out of my throat. I walk down the street, with the hard sidewalk underneath me, cracked like the sanity of the newscaster. ---- Mm. Yepp. Just some poetry. Hope you enjoyed!
