another freshmen year writing. i took a creative writing class with an AMAZING professor who really helped me bring out some of my best pieces. the bottom of this poem is a haiku that i wrote before, then turned into this lil poem. again, the assignment was to write something descriptive.
More Than Bridges
The flames shoot outward,
Only to be beaten back by the water.
The screech of the sirens pierce my ears,
Yet touch nothing inside me.
I stand staring at the harsh light of the yellow blaze,
Following tendrils of smoke up to the sky.
A charred house remains,
The shell of what was once the source of my troubles.
Bad mood swings are typical
For a girl of brown eyes and hair.
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