Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Wondering

As I journey through life I know

That one day death will come for me.

And when comes death, where will I go?

What happens after dead I be?

Will I go to heaven or hell?

Or will I rot to nothingness?

Where eternally will I dwell?

Will I keep going, more or less?

What will happen when I am dead?

All life as we know life does die.

Why not word from those gone ahead?

I cannot help but wonder why.

I need to wonder more of how

I can be better living now.