Stuck

It's a good thing I'm leaving
because this place is driving me mad
With its insane notions
of what is good and what is bad.

But here I am
stuck in the middle
of being here
and being there
and in this perpetual state
of denying anything here
so I CAN and WILL go there.

August 23 is a deadline
by which my life must end by
and begin again after that day
but until then I'm stuck
in the limbo, the purgatory
waiting for heaven
and hoping to avoid these flames
all the while suffering the solitude
that goes onto to obliterate myself
in its vicious cycle of taunting and teasing
because I am alone.

Goodbye my hell.
Goodbye my heaven.
Hello purgatory
and the weightless waiting
in which I find myself
crying sometimes
and hoping the rest will go better
and someone will find me floating
in the limbo between here and there.

Until then,
all that remains
is me: stuck.