Poetry of Emotions

The emotions that drive me wild are how helpless we are when we step foot on a plane. My heart ends up in my head, throbing away with every beat. This lack of control we have going up to speeds of 500 mph. We put all the control in the pilots hands. "Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead" gives me the perception that the plane will crash. Weather we are mediforically speaking or literally sadness emerges. So my emotinal state becomes one with harsh complexities. How families and friends take tragities such as do other pilots that are about to step on a plane themselves.