creative writing
okay. so i know i ask for feed back on occasion from the people who happen to read my entries. but this time i really would like to know what you think. i'm taking creative writing right now and wrote this poem as an assignment. i was wondering if it's good . . . maybe even what you think it might be about. i hope to have feed back from someone.
brixanne
Growing Up Numb
The atmosphere is damp and clammy,
chilled and moist, a little moldy.
Glancing out among my surroundings
I see faces of people and mounds of white powder.
My reflection surrounds me everywhere
enabling me to see the changes in myself,
the numbness that travels from my brain
down and throughout my limbs like the bite of a cold winter day.
A simple shiver escapes me and at
that moment a realization,
maybe these faces aren’t who I think they are,
maybe they have tricked me and are not true friends.
But realizations are what numbing bodies
and growing up are all about.
brixanne
Growing Up Numb
The atmosphere is damp and clammy,
chilled and moist, a little moldy.
Glancing out among my surroundings
I see faces of people and mounds of white powder.
My reflection surrounds me everywhere
enabling me to see the changes in myself,
the numbness that travels from my brain
down and throughout my limbs like the bite of a cold winter day.
A simple shiver escapes me and at
that moment a realization,
maybe these faces aren’t who I think they are,
maybe they have tricked me and are not true friends.
But realizations are what numbing bodies
and growing up are all about.