When the plane went down, everything turned
grey, nothing made sense till it all went
dark, and then, the fear set in.
Wrapped tightly in secure seat belts
and wanting to sit silently, men went mad,
They hung in air as water crept in,
burying the fuselage.
Moving calmly into unconsciousness,
I lay there drifting, ignoring the screaming.
In those final moments. I dreamed of a city,
one that I’d always longed to visit,
one full of streaming light,
piercing through everything, giving me
freedom, freedom from the surroundings,
offering an escape, a respite from
the dark, a respite from it all.