All around buildings fall
Some explode some stay tall
I run fast as I can
while feeling somewhat calm
even though it’s a dream
I still hear myself scream
I wake with fear and dread
There’s rubble on my bed
This poem was part of my English Literature and Creative Writing BA degree coursework. I was awarded a 2:1 in 2023. I am now studying for an MA in Creative Writing. I think the stories should be read, rather than collecting dust in my Mac. So, for fun, I’ve posted them in their original form, unedited and imperfect. Please feel free to share your thoughts below.
Oh, and some are autobiographical, can you guess which ones?
Carolyne
