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With Only Seconds Left.
February 4, 2011
I'm a pilot.
But, I've lost control of my plane.
The time is rocketing by, like bullets,
Shot out of a gun.
I'm losing reach of everything around me.
Falling into the grasp of an inky blackness.
My time is up.
It flew by, like the planes I dreamed of flying.
But, I never was a pilot.
Just a dreamer,
With lack of control.
© Tim K., Marblehead, MA
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