December 21, 2011

Chop

My seatbelt is on,
my devices turned off,
I'm doing as I've been told.
My overnight is secure,
my seat set upright,
but I've forgotten
where I was bound.
I'm still in my seat,
straightjacket in place,
all pitching and rolling around.
Some part of me
didn't make it this far,
never got off the ground.
'Tis my heart was lost,
at such ruinous cost, the part
that will never be found.