After Waiting Poem by Jonas Goncalves

... He didn't want to wait.
He just couldn't wait...

I

Oh how's the other side?
Is it real? Is it heavenly?
I'm sorry, but I've got
so many doubts.

They say a lot about there.
They say just good people go there,
but, if it is for everyone,
why am I not there yet?

II

Oh light a light
and find me in the darkness.
I want to be found.
I want you to find me.

My body rots
six feet under your feet
and my soul vanishes
each delay your.

III

They say it was sin
and therefore you're not there.
I'm sorry, I can't find you,
I'm still afraid of them.

Eternity is so wanted
that I almost forget
what living is.
Living to die and nothing else.

IV

Oh I'm afraid too;
afraid of loneliness which inhabits me,
afraid of emptiness and
afraid of lack of life.

If I had waited,
we would be together now.
Because after waiting,
we just go through afterlife.

V

Oh there's no eternity,
rest or freedom.
It's just another place
in our minds.

I couldn't wait.
I died for you
and even so
I couldn't find you.