David Lewis Paget

Nottingham, England/live in Australia
David Lewis Paget
Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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Death Plunge

We knew that the plane was going to crash,
We plunged through the air, on high,
We probably had five minutes to grieve
A minute to say goodbye,
She clung to me from her window seat
And cried, ‘It's starting to fray.'
And through the port I could see the wing
As it tore, and twisted away.

‘Why did you make me take this flight? '

She cried, as the others screamed,
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Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
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