Senses:

The dinner bell chimes

At 7 in the afternoon.

A shadow creeps over the floor.

Out the window

And through the door.

But you can't find it anymore.

These are the things never seen,

Never heard,

Never smelled,

Never touched,

Or tasted.

A new day and the weather is fine.

The sun breaks through a cloudy sky.

Cold nothingness tickles your spine

You look back and fourth, but it's all a lie.

These are the things never seen,

Never heard,

Never smelled,

Never touched,

Or tasted.

Something lurks in the haze

And falls into the sea.

The oceans may scream and fight with angry waves,

But alas, no use fighting the senses.

These are the things can never be seen,

Will never be heard,

Shall never be smelled,

Would never be touched,

Or even tasted.

These are the senses.