satira black

Rookie (Portland, Maine)

Night And Flying - Poem by satira black

I lie still, try to relax, put thoughts out of my mind.
Calm approaches, sleep comes.
I see faces and I feel like I am being pulled.
So intense it almost hurts, then comes weightlessness, fear.
Try to wake up, I am flying, I am awake, but can't move, still flying.
I abruptly come back as if to my body, heart racing.
This really happens.
I think I'm too scared to go with it.

Comments about Night And Flying by satira black

  • (9/1/2007 12:44:00 AM)

    Fly with the night, free yourself. The fear is what grounds you to the old world, there is adventure in the wind. Excellent poem! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 31, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 4, 2011

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