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

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Beata Agustin

Date: 9/20/2024 11:21:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.