Broken WingsA Poem by PoeticFuryAnother broken wingI am here. What a wondeful day to be in the sky. Not a worry in the world. With accidents that can happen, but not often along with the back up and technology that is so high. I can always be rebulit if something went wrong I would, and those that are close while inside of me can survive. I will enhance and never take a life while geting you from place to place feeling good while alive. I spread my wings set us free while I get you to another place relax. 'Fly" With all the accomdations along with it that those on me don't even have to ask. I normally took people over buildings, but on a normal day at least I thought. A group of people used me an attack that made a huge hurtful and painful killing. They used me, and got into me without me knowing crashed into metal with such force and power. One after another as the rubble falls and I can hear the screams. As I see and say that we are going not down, but in... I had no idea on this is how it was going to end, but I heard and got a phone call in life's eternity that one or for that matter many of my kind went down in Pennsylvania. The screams as the buldings fell in flames and blood at a max time of two hours news broadcast lit up. Broken glass poored down in sharp pieces like rain with scatterd tears with a 100 percent chance of death in showers. I can remember sitting in the front seat of another one of those when I got the call in reality and heard the news. How could people do such a thing those fools. Your brother is dead, and the action was called unexpected and out of nowhere. How could they do this? It's not fair. Why couldn't I have died instead of him. Why couldn't I die instead of them. Why couldn't they be the ones to decide. Although when I looked out the window and saw the view picturing the images of the descrriptions I herd from the other end of the phone I realize that I was there. Knowing that I will meet you all in heaven one day and that I also died while I was putting roses on your grave I try to wipe away these tears inside. "My wings have never been the same since"
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Added on April 15, 2011 Last Updated on April 15, 2011 AuthorPoeticFuryNew Orleans, LAAboutHeaven has no fury like a writer with emotion. I love writing more than I love life. Why? Cause writing is my life, and without it I have no life. I enjoy music, and meeting new people. Also like most.. more..Writing
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