The Crash

When the plane went down
everything turned green and grey
nothing made sense
till it all went dark
and then the fear set in.

Men went mad
wanting to sit silently
wrapped tightly
in secure seat belts.

Instead they hung in air
as water crept in
burying the fuselage.

I lay there drifting
ignoring the screaming.
I moved calmly into
unconsciousness.

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
and giving freedom,
freedom from the surroundings
from everything
offering an escape
a respite from the dark
a respite from it all.

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