Untainted
I looked at him.
When we were standing in the white room quietly.
He also started to look at me.
His wide glaring eyes
were red hell mocking me.
I mocked him back with my sharp eyes of tundra ice.
We stand there in the white room that was smooth and soft.
He comes closer and takes out a needle.
Nowhere to run from him.
White room is empty, I'm not crazy anymore.
by: Abdiel R.
posted by CDCStudent @ 8:54 AM
4 Comments:
red hell eyes tundra eyes i see colors in your poem i feel the fear of the whole experience
You made an amazing comparison by using the images of "red hell" and "sharp eyes of tundra ice." Very powerful!
Wow what a scary poem! Was this about a dream?
Mrs. Silverman
You have captured the fear of a person who is losing his or her mind to suddenly find relief. This is a powerful image, and although probably not a part of your real world, you have used your imagination very effecively. Good fearless work in taking on such a topic!
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