Gene Pozniak


Germanwings Falling - Poem by Gene Pozniak

I have always loved flying
I became a pilot so that I could soar
Above the world and its problems
My problems

But I’m sorry
The energy required to keep this bus-with-wings in the sky
Is too great
Metal coffins always in the process of falling
So that only constant forward speed keeps them aloft
They’re not really like birds
As I had once dreamed of being
I do not float on the wind
I do not feel it

I hear you pounding on the door
Desperate for something
Is it life you really want?
No
Your shouting and pleading is just an expression
Of the pain of living
You’re only struggling out of habit

Let me free you
From this pointless torture
You’ll see
When the pain suddenly ends
This is the greatest kindness I could do
For the passengers in my care.

Topic(s) of this poem: depression, flying, mental illness, murder, suicide

Form: Prose Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

After it was reported that the Germanwings pilot killed himself and the passengers on purpose, I tried to put myself in the mind of someone in such painful depression that not only was his own life meaningless to him, but all human life was meaningless.

Comments about Germanwings Falling by Gene Pozniak

  • Chinedu Dike (3/27/2015 4:09:00 PM)


    Great depiction of recent tragic crash caused by emotionally unstable pilot. You probably captured the depth of his depressive mind. A nice poem, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (3/27/2015 1:07:00 PM)


    Haunting. I too was taken aback by the news. Thank you for sharing this. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 27, 2015



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