Neither

...catch 22...

Halfway up, halfway down,

Afraid to float, afraid to drown,

Unsure of tomorrow, tired of today,

Weighed down with regret for yesterday.

Unable to stand, much less sit,

Hiding in corners just to fit,

Grasping for straws that were never there,

Running on gas tanks filled only with air.

Waiting for daybreak, though suspicious of light,

Familiar with darkness yet blind at night,

Screaming within, but voiceless without,

The only thing certain - the presence of doubt.

Reviews

[Quill]

a lovely crafted poem, nice one