Sense Sonnet - Chiller

If I Live to Tell

I was one of hundreds on board
The jumbo jet during its flight.
At 30,000 feet we soared
Across continents through the night.
Suddenly, there came a loud boom
Of an explosion, and a hole
In the plane's fuselage did loom.
Were the pilots still in control
As we descended, falling fast?
All about me was now a blur.
The sounds and sights around me passed.
Only the nothing now was sure.

Yes, I know how it is to feel
A real live death knocking ordeal.