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.