CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE
Hey everyone, how are we doing?
So I wrote this poem once when I was in such a confused state. This was about four years ago. I remember I woke up at about 2a.m in the morning to write this. I wasn’t able to sleep, I kept turning and tossing on my bed trying to figure out a possible solution to the quagmire in which I had found myself. Even after writing the poem, I can’t remember if I found a solution or not. I just remember that it felt therapeutic to have my feelings on paper. It gave me clarity. So I’m sure we’ve all been in these kind of situations one time or the other so I hope you find it relate-able(pardon my grammar). Here goes:
The anguish in my soul;
The cry of a confused heart
When all is done and all is said
Still no place to turn nor where to hide
The stick is burnt at both ends;
Both burning and I’m just in the middle
Caught with no place to turn
Between the devil and the deep waters
Where will I go?
With tears in my eyes
And groans from my lips
I ache to find an answer
Yet this eureka eludes me
This way or that, I do not know
When I look here, I see a light
The truth out in a form
I look there and see more lights
The truth out in more forms
Oh God, what is this!
Why would one and one give two?
Yet one and one is eleven
Truth is all the two are right
I just don’t know which to choose
This could make or break me
Caught in the middle
Seeing from both sides
Yet the truth is hidden
Shadows and light
Dancing on my path
Falling on each side
So I run for the light
But to a shadow it turns
So I’m caught in the dark
What exactly do I want?
Of a truth, I do not know
I want neither here nor there
Yet I crave each of here and there
I sigh deeply, still I have to choose