Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Last Sensing

My body is about to die,

And on a journey I do go

Out of the earth into the sky.

The blackness of deep space does show.

I feel the nothingness around,

Taste bitterness being alone,

Hear the so sadly silent sound,

And smell the fear of the unknown.

I'm mindful of such senses had

Within a body nearing end.

No sense if death be good or bad

Or what the future may portend.

Then all my senses cease to be,

And just my soul is still with me.