Sense Sonnet - Acher

 In Passing

Old and alone, bedridden in

This hospital bed I so dread

The trip I'm about to begin

Too soon with the grim reaper, dead.

The candy striper's in my room,

A sweet young girl who visits me,

Takes my mind off my pending doom.

A bright light in my dark she be.

I feel her clasp my withered hand,

And gently tell my time is here.

In this moment I understand,

And suddenly I have no fear.

I hear my last, lone gasping breath,

As I'm floating away with death.