When the curtain closes
is it the end?
Or the beggining?
Or somewhere in between?

The end of an act,
start of a new show.
The end of a play,
the transitioning place.

The place where,
when undecided?
You go to go-
or to stop.

Is it really something,
or just a made up place.
A wonderland, hell,
or is it just you?


The alpha?
The omega?
Or the alga?
A place called in between.

Certainly very thoughtful; the wonderings of what comes after death put into a poem. Please note that 'beginning' is spelled wrong.

Oh, and I disagree with your thought of the in-between, even if it is excellent food for thought.