THE MIDDLE

A rock

A hard place

A cotton pillow

Pure white

Under a dark head

Filled with nightmares

Of the end

Of the beginning 

That could have been

But never was

The bittersweet taste

Of almost

And maybe

Regret

In absence of hope

The hollow feeling

Of a last chance 

Wasted

On pursuits

More pleasurable

Than hard work

Less pleasurable

Than success

The middle

The bittersweet taste

Of almost

And maybe