Flying high above the clouds
Just to set out your shroud
Trapped inside with nowhere to go
But suddenly, the plane has gone slow
Skyrocketing to the earth
You wonder if it’s worth
It to die and to never be found
Watching you fly in the air
Plummeting to the ground and you want to help
But you have to stay strapped to your chair
You can hear a dog yelp
From off in the distance
You know there is no more resistance
You know that it is over so you give up the fight
You don’t want to die like a knight
So I decided to write
This poem about your flight
the flight that changed your life
and mine
but not for the better.
I still hate rhyming poetry but I had to do this for class, and it came out pretty good so I put it here and if you were wondering:
This poem is about my friend that I met when I was younger, and I only knew her for a year but we became really close but she died in a plane crash.
So, yeah, this is my ode to her.