Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Transitioning

The casket, silken lined, is shut,

With the funeral service now done.

The family and friends here, but

None seem to be having much fun.

A lot of sorrow hangs in the air,

Usual for this time and place

Of severance I am aware,

Nothing's static in any case.

I know there'll be an interlude,

Going to the cemetery.

But then be total solitude,

All quite a difference for me.

Whatever comes next, I don't know,

As off to burial I go.