A Flight Home

A Flight Home

A Poem by Blackcatattack

A CRASH, an EXPLOSION, 

the smell of something burning.
I look down at my white shirt, now covered in red and realize it's me.
The world spins, no time to think,
the next thing I know I am falling, falling as clouds of fire and smoke wiz past me in the air
and rain falls, cold and heavy.

And my whole life flashes before me,
like the lightning that hit just a few moments ago,
and I know
that I won't make it 
home for dinner
tonight.

© 2013 Blackcatattack


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Added on July 7, 2013
Last Updated on July 7, 2013
Tags: death, dying, sad, pain, horror, life, fiction, poetry, graphic, nature