A tourist suddenly finds himself plummeting to the ground as he is waken up from a nap on an overnight flight. Miraculously surviving the plane crash, must find a way to survive in a landscape he has never seen before-- and hope the native people will help him get home.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have run into some turbulence on our descent to--"
BOOM-- and my eyelids are beckoned to rise
My ears perk up along with my eyes
My nose widens up its tunnels to my breath
My body tingles as one falling to death
My skin feels the stiff rising of my body's hair
My mouth tastes with my nose the smoke-filled air
My ears hear screams of those that, with me, fall
My eyes see the engine's fire, the doom of us all.
The sensation in my gut as the airplane goes down
Sends chills through all of me, not just my body
But my mind, my soul; am I ready to die?
Will I be banished to hell, or to heaven will I fly?
Flying has not been reliable today,
And not in just this obvious way.
I am weighed down not just by gravity
But by the knowledge of those who will grieve in my family
For my untimely demise, this unpleasant surprise:
It is dark now; I won't again see the Sun rise.
The storm rages on, on a falling sanctuary am I
I realize when the plane hits, my comfort will be gone
Time seems to stop, yet the falling goes on
The Earth approaches with the speed of a bullet
Which I fear will penetrate my heart.
Lightning blinds me, its whip cracks
Because of the latter, the windows shatter
The wall cracks open, knocks a blow on my skull.
Out of Death's reach I fall
Out of the plane, but 50 feet from the ground
As the airplane thunders into a cliff's rocky wall
And a shockwave hits of light, heat and sound
And the whole of my body slams into a tree
And that is when my consciousness leaves me.
(This is a story in poems I am writing. Strange, I know, but I figured I would try something different. Let me know what you think as well as if you would like me to do more of these!)