[ WP ] Everyone knows the exact time and date of their death . Your date has passed , but nothing happened .

Sonnet Number Twenty-Four 
 
 For my whole life, I've known just when I'd die. 
 The moment is known since birth in my world. 
 Some cower, others celebrate despite. 
 I passed the day like I was never told. 
 
 I wondered, what would it feel like to die? 
 And waited patiently for death's close doom, 
 But when the moment came, I let out a sigh 
 And death passed me like a draft in the room. 
 
 Once dead, it made sense perfectly to feel 
 Nothing. As death's one description is void. 
 Experiencing nothing feels unreal 
 Like every thing that is me was destroyed. 
 
 My death was n't anything for me to see, 
 Only survivors felt the death of me. 

