Another part to the series..these aren't nessasarily my fears as I said, but I enjoy writing about them. :)
Why can't you be closer
We have been friends for years now
You are more like a sister
2 years have passed since I have seen your face
But I do not forget
Those big brown eyes, and reddish hair
You look like a pixie
You have invited me to stay with you
For a week or two
In your lovely new house in Oregon
Near the coast of the ocean
I buy my ticket in advance
I feel sick to my stomach as I do
The day comes to go to the airport
It is hard to leave the house
There is a wait, which makes it worse
I watch the jets take off
Wondering if they will crash, burn, or fly
To their correct destination..
Finally my flight is called, I am glued to the seat
I try to sit up, and move my feet..
I feel as if I have grown roots..
I finally make it on board,
I relax into my seat
Someone up ahead of me
Is telling horror stories
Of death, destruction, and missing parts
Of planes they have heard of..
I just cannot do this, my friend
I have to go away..
So here I am, back at home,
200 dollars in the hole
Right now we should be laughing..
over a movie and popcorn
Instead of this aching in my soul..
Poetry by Teala
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Written on 2006-07-31 at 03:24
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Aviatophobia- Fear of flying.
Why do you have to live so farWhy can't you be closer
We have been friends for years now
You are more like a sister
2 years have passed since I have seen your face
But I do not forget
Those big brown eyes, and reddish hair
You look like a pixie
You have invited me to stay with you
For a week or two
In your lovely new house in Oregon
Near the coast of the ocean
I buy my ticket in advance
I feel sick to my stomach as I do
The day comes to go to the airport
It is hard to leave the house
There is a wait, which makes it worse
I watch the jets take off
Wondering if they will crash, burn, or fly
To their correct destination..
Finally my flight is called, I am glued to the seat
I try to sit up, and move my feet..
I feel as if I have grown roots..
I finally make it on board,
I relax into my seat
Someone up ahead of me
Is telling horror stories
Of death, destruction, and missing parts
Of planes they have heard of..
I just cannot do this, my friend
I have to go away..
So here I am, back at home,
200 dollars in the hole
Right now we should be laughing..
over a movie and popcorn
Instead of this aching in my soul..
Poetry by Teala
Read 537 times
Written on 2006-07-31 at 03:24
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