My Silence Still Screams: Flight 431

Brian Otucho

They boarded with a wave, a smile, a kiss,

Not knowing fate would steal all this.

The engines roared, then came the night—

And I was left without their light.

 

They told me “stall”, a warning lie,

But not why they were made to die.

The sea just swallowed all they were—

A name, a face, a faded blur.

 

I wait for calls that never ring,

For birthdays now that never bring

The voice I knew, the laugh, the grace—

Just ocean winds in empty space.

 

And still I dream they’ll walk back in,

That this is loss I’ll wake within.

But Flight Four-Three-One stole the skies—

And left me drowning in goodbyes.

 

 

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  • 2781

    I would like to think this is fiction, for you?

  • sorenbarrett

    This is a tragic write that touches the soul and stimulates the thought of anyone that has flown or knows someone that has flown. In a broader sense it tells of unforeseen deaths in any way and that separation that ensues and leaves us with nothing but memories. A sad poem that leaves a feeling of a void. A fave

  • Poetic Licence

    A sad and touching write of a real tradegy, and the sadness that followed, nicely expressed and written

  • Tony36

    Sad but excellent write



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