Last Flight

7 minutes.
Eyes closed, resting
Scared of ingesting-
This high profile O2.
6 minutes.
Lingering thoughts, besting
Tight lips pressing-
Not slipping screams through.
5 minutes.
Finger tips, stressing
White knuckles flexing-
Don't breathe and don't move.
4 minutes.
Heart pumping, drastic
Stuck to this plastic-
Nowhere to be found.
3 minutes.
Life flashes, blinding
Forever rewinding-
No more in the clouds.
2 minutes.
Grasp tightly, fate
Now at 2 was at 8-
Lesson that time allows.
1 minute.
Dark mountains, flank
My faith that I thank-
As my world now goes blank.

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