04-11-2006, 08:26 AM
A Poem
The seatbelt sign was on,
But one man got up anyway.
I wasn't paying attention. Who would?
A steep decline in altitude told me I should.
The woman beside me grabbed my arm,
Apologized, saying she meant no harm.
She was scared of flying and this was worse
The sudden drops, the pushing force.
A ring, another, and four more.
"What's that? Oh God No!" Feet hit the floor.
Someone shouted something about NYC
When the plane took a dive.
People rushing,
Blurred around me.
My walkman blaring,
Cellphone vibrating.
This was it. I knew it well.
I picked up the phone, the voice sounded scared as hell.
"What's going on? Do you know did you hear?"
"Don't cry for me when the end is near."
The voice on the other end was silenced by tears
A faithful, "I Love You" and those last moments dear
Ended with a blaring leap towards the core.
And so closed the door.
A poem I wrote today, dedicated to my friend's father who died in the 9/11 attacks.
The seatbelt sign was on,
But one man got up anyway.
I wasn't paying attention. Who would?
A steep decline in altitude told me I should.
The woman beside me grabbed my arm,
Apologized, saying she meant no harm.
She was scared of flying and this was worse
The sudden drops, the pushing force.
A ring, another, and four more.
"What's that? Oh God No!" Feet hit the floor.
Someone shouted something about NYC
When the plane took a dive.
People rushing,
Blurred around me.
My walkman blaring,
Cellphone vibrating.
This was it. I knew it well.
I picked up the phone, the voice sounded scared as hell.
"What's going on? Do you know did you hear?"
"Don't cry for me when the end is near."
The voice on the other end was silenced by tears
A faithful, "I Love You" and those last moments dear
Ended with a blaring leap towards the core.
And so closed the door.
A poem I wrote today, dedicated to my friend's father who died in the 9/11 attacks.