I Am Sacred Of Flights - Poem by Sylvia Chidi
All those heights and lights
With awesome clouds of grey and white
And looking down I saw a pitiful plight
Only it did not happen at all the other night
My thoughts and fears were about to fight
I am scared of flights
I tend to drink and bite
Through the window is that godly sight
We are about to take off to another site
Shamelessly I clutch on to a strangers arm so tight
Am I wrong to have such fright,
or is my reasoning perfectly alright?
I wish I knew what’s wrong or right
But I do know for sure I’m scared of flights
Am I right or wrong, to get a bit slightly drunk?
Am I right or wrong, to shiver down my pants as if being stung?
Am I right or wrong, to consider the fact that we may plunge?
The dozens of friends I should have rung
To let them know where my fears belong
And no one is too old and yet too young.
And so I take delight
To say that though I am quite bright
Do not try to be my shining knight
And invite me to excite for a flight
Because with this dilemma I do not wish to reunite
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