Time is slipping by me very fast.

I am used to being in the present, and looking back to the past.

I am used to being in the present, and looking forward to the future.

I have always lived in the present, settled and sure.

But now I feel myself being dragged down;

Time has become like a sea for me, in which I must drown.

I am choking on passing days, like a drowning man choking on water.

Water preserves life; days are life: for a drowning man, they are life’s slaughter.

What will it be like, not to be in the present anymore?

What will it be like, when the opening future shuts on me like a closed door?

I am afraid of what is coming for me at the last.

How can I be me, losing present and future, and becoming part of the past?

I have stood while the sun rose and when it set, and cast a long shadow to see.

What will it be like--what will it be--when not even my shadow remains of me?
 
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Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet
Written on Thursday, April 16, 2009  3:10 pm
Temperature: 640 F.  Winds: 2 MPH.
Copyright (C) 2010 by Michael L.P.  All rights reserved