39 Minutes

39 minutes That is all that I have left Before me Not one minute more I spent my life Thinking time is precious Time is fleeting So I must hold on But now I realize It eludes my grasp No matter how bitterly I try to cling on 27 minutes The clock is ticking As if it was mocking me For my imminent demise My head is full and empty Devoid of any thoughts Yet all abuzz with noise As I try to be composed My hands are growing cold My vision is blurred My heartbeat weak Yet my will to live strong 15 minutes And what am I doing But wasting it away Like I wasted my life Time only flows forward Ever onward Yet I stubbornly thought I could be an exception Perhaps it is cruelest That I have to make peace With my imminent death Within precious last moments 3 minutes Enough to fill a sandglass With a lifetime's regrets