Flightless flight of blight and fright

Stuck on a grounded flight
Seats all taken with people of plight
Coughing, spluttering my new blight
Given delays this is my night
Stifling affliction that I can't fight
Snot rags, diseased air, cabin of fright
Suffocating infections this isn't right
Escape to the toilet I just might
Begin my flight
Away from the plight
Away from this blight
Of this just starting night
Such a futile fight
Returning the fright
I don't wanna be right
Creeping death, I might.

◄ Morning Musing

From the plane window to the planes of thought ►

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Juan Pablo Lynch

Sat 28th Jan 2017 20:32

Great use of rhythm.... I believe so many people can relate to this so I hope many more are able to read this poem before it gets lost in archives

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