What is left of me?

Masks,
Underneath,
Cement and stone.
Seeds breaking through;
Teared.

Strangers passing by:
Silence.
Distant voices.
Past.
Fading...

What is left of me?

Piles of dust,
Broken clutter,
Flying clouds,
Numbness.

Castles of sand,
Treasure hunting,
Deep sea,
Sorrow.

Through the looking glass,
I find Otherness.

What is left of me?