Sweaty palms mark this morn.
Boarding a plane traveling away
the look on his face...it is forlorn.
Not sure why on this happy day?
Breathing short, heart beating fast
anxiety shadows over his very soul.
If this feeling keeps on he won't last
Surely he thinks he travels to Sheol
Thank God for the doctor
and tiny little pills.
He pops some Xanax
and fights of the chills.
Ahh, sleeping so sound
nothing can awaken him.
Unaware of the chaos around
someone sings a strange hymn.
The plane begins to shudder
and all the people scream.
Someone cries for her mother
but not him, he's in sweet dream
A violent landing in waters so cold.
Most people miraculously alive
they survived, even the old.
"Oh my God to Sheol we did arrive".
"Slide down the wing
and climb into the boat.
Get the hell outta this thing
this plane will not float."
He is shaken he is smacked
"Wake up, wake up and get out"
But because courage he lacked
he sank to the bottom no doubt.
Copyright © Ijm seven | Year Posted 2016
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