just over two hours left
before I am no longer a child
officially
I have no memory
besides this moment
an undisclosed amount of time
before I am no longer a child
symbolically
The past and present go deep
and I do not want to dive in
on the side
afraid
always
a child
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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January 3, 2009 at 11:20 am
poeticgrin
This is an honest, open, bare poem where time is the enemy and there’s no way to save you.