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