Does death cause pain
Or is it peace?
Is it the end or
Is it a beginning?
Do we know where we go
Or do we remain static?
Say the soul is eternal
But the body stops breath
Does it take stock of
Our sins and virtues
Or just scatter them all
Without discretion?
The more I think
The more I feel disturbed
I only understand
Death as the undying silence
An end without an answer
The tears from the eyes
Of those who know the deceased
Decide what IT was
When alive
