Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Final Mission

An astronaut, I'm lost in space.

Communication has gone out.

Craft power dead, and so I face

A rather bleak future no doubt.

I think a "wormhole" I did hit,

And transported to who knows where.

In dark nothingness I now sit.

Computer can't produce fresh air.

Home and family on my mind.

I knew my mission made it be

Years before I'd see humankind,

Now looks like eternity.

Possibility always known

That I would end it all alone.