Lost in Transition

I’m lost in transition

between my two selves.

Stuck in the middle

of a self-induced hell. 

I keep trying to run left, but

my feet take me right.

My only reprieve is the unconscious night.

Out of sight and out of mind. This seems

to me the perfect find.

When it’s up it’s down and down it’s up;

the mind can only take so much.

Before it begins to swell near explosion; and the

world around it assumes total erosion.

I’m lost in a place that I can't seem to escape;

The nightmare continues even though I’m awake.

I’m fumbling around trying my best to get free.

Life made me a quick study, but I still need help to see.

That there really is a light shining at the end.

And that the me that I lost, will be my best friend.