Flying
Scared of flying
Dropping like a stone from
The big blue sky
With a plop into the waters beneath
Also stained blue,
And staining my face blue
As the last of my breathe leaves me
As I sink deeper and deeper,
Becoming nothing but debris on the soft ocean floor
It is not so much death, as dying
That I fear
If I had to choose,
I would choose for myself
A quiet death
My heartbeat lingers, then gradually fades
Not beating uncontrollably
As the long snout
Of some sea creature
Comes in view
And it snaps me in half
Accidents do happen, but the brave
Choose to overcome them, rather than
Succumb to them.
Needless to say, I am a coward
I am scared that the plane's streamlined body
With burst into flames
Midair
And my ashes will be scattered across
The great Australian deserts
Perhaps then I will truly become
Part of Australia
Copyright © Morganna La Fae | Year Posted 2008
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