Cycle of birth and death

A poem exploring the observational cycle of the soul from a prebirth conjectural realm into the physical world, grappling with the nature of life, death, and the possibilities of the herein after.

In to this physical planet we came,

From the metaphysical beyond the nave,

With no recollection from the same,

Of what the transference was to pave.

 

Ergo, we're born onto this mortal plane,

Where mankind's behaviour causes pain,

And human frailties are openly unfurled,

Snaring people to the ways of the world.

 

At life's terminus, sentience does promptly inverse,

Our time in mortality is almost perverse.

Instead of birth, one passes through death,

With Gitchi Manitou eternally there to be met.

 

When a life expires and it's soul passes on,

Will it recall life and account for what it done,

Upon crossing over eternities door to what's beyond?

Does life end or there's perpetuation via reincarnation?