I'm Not wHo I was.
The me I knew is no more.
He's gone.
Torn between worlds .
A thin gray line the divide.
A gate that separates these sides.
Where light and dark meet.
where the dead reside.
Behind the curtain of life.

What Remains after Death?
What Remains when life has left?
What Remains in the END?
What Remains of me my friEND?


© WARDYN