Reflection 9/22

 Class was focused on time. Well not necessarily just time, but we did look to see how fast or slow time goes by. The poem we read was “I felt a funeral, in my brain”. Don’t get me wrong, the poem was good just a little long and confusing. I guess you can say the speaker is comparing loosing her mind to being buried alive. I cannot imagine being buried alive. My worst fears would be burning, or drowning and now added buried. 

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