The Crash

A Poem by terriblerosey

This is dedicated to my grandad. He killed himself.

A plane will crash in my TV screen
About to show a horrific scene
All the people will surely die
As I sing them a lullaby

The flyer’s going down real real fast
All the people just sit there and gasp
Inevitably, they’ll all fall to their doom
Too bad, I’m stuck in my living room

It used to be in mint condition
Ready to take on any mission
That is why I don’t understand
Why it had to desperately land

A plane has crashed on my TV screen
My house now a horrific scene
Yet now the flyer lay there peacefully
No more struggles for eternity