Poems

Pilot

Isn't it funny how everything looks so small?

How about the never ending feeling that you might fall?

Wings spread out large.

I'm my own pilot, and I'm in charge.

Sun reflecting on the window.

But where am I going though?

I'm not only flying for me.

I'm flying for everybody.

If I go down, so do they.

I'm the pilot, and I fly all day.

Wings have crashed,

the windows have cracked.

No more air my lungs have smashed.

Broken thoughts.

Broken hearts.

The cries are tearing it right a part.

They fall out of the sky.

They fall right out with me.

~Emmakay911