Doubts of the Beyond Death

We born with a single life
We live with fate to a single death
To die as a matter of fact, we don ´t know
Seems nobody to know

The end of a single physique life
The body remains, sepulchred only

Of the spirit, of the human soul
If it dies as a matter of fact
We don ´t know either
Seems nobody to know

Life beyond physique death
An olden question, an primordial doubt
Will be possible?
And if it be as a matter of fact ?
How will it be ?
We don ´t know
Seems nobody to know

However this temporary conclusion
That life ends in death
Seems not satisfying
Seems not to make sense
A whole life just with this foredoom

Must will exist continuity!
Maybe this aforetime physique space
Be it a process of preparation
Or a process of valuation
To one another newcomer life
Of spiritual charisma
Or as incarnation

But, to live how, we don ´t know
Seems nobody to know
Remaining us to wait only
Towards to enlighten
The doubts of the beyond death!


Modern Urban Poetry