Death Was ServedA Poem by Frank F. Atanaciosadness, Loss, drama
There was fear in the co-pilot’s eyes, his voice was thin and almost cracked, passengers filled the plane with cries, their plane was one of many attacked, the pilot felt her stomach clamp, even tighter then it had ever been, face wet, mind damp, and her co-pilot right there, drinking in the tension and expressing the fear, the pilot’s voice came out strong, she wanted to break the silence that they suffered for so long, and it made the plane feel like the inside of a tomb, over 200 passengers felt the doom, crashing soon, and death was served that afternoon. © 2009 Frank F. Atanacio |
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Added on February 14, 2009 Last Updated on February 14, 2009 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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