The reflection from my radio -
the flying planes.
My heart races and my eyes flicker
from horizon to endless sky.
Searching for that trail of hope,
searching.
Despondent fingers break the
key from ignition.
In the milisecond of darkness I capture
fear - exhilirating.
The door is already open, the dome
light shatters over my ghost of
understanding. I capture fear -
inhibiting.
And my feet touch the ground.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
The reflection from my radio -
the flying planes.
My heart races and my eyes flicker
from horizon to endless sky.
Searching for that trail of hope,
searching.
Despondent fingers break the
key from ignition.
In the milisecond of darkness I capture
fear - exhilirating.
The door is already open, the dome
light shatters over my ghost of
understanding. I capture fear -
inhibiting.
And my feet touch the ground.