This is it.
This is all I have.
48 hours to finish a life I never even planned
I watched the clouds across the sky
And wished to just kill time
But I can only regret the waste
of space my existence only served
Is there anything to provide validation
That my life was worth more than a few years
Preparing for a future
I thought I would have ?
I cannot come up with anything
I cannot think at all
Is this what death is like ?
Imprisonment within my own mind
I shall refuse to accept the solitude
But it does not matter for I am much too late
Because as I finally finishing pondering
The final minute of my life suddenly ticked away