Nameless

From walking on air euphoria
To seeing an enemy in every pair of eyes,
I swing wildly from one to the other
In only a day
Or even a matter of hours.

Like a scared orphan,
I walk these roads alone.
No mother to be my nurturing ally
And no father to be my guiding protector.
The absence of their embrace
Is like the arms of ghosts
And hallucinations.

Who am I?
If not a number or a last name,
What is my anchor
When all else fails around me?
Netflix binges
Well into the wee hours of the morning
Serve as their own potent distraction.
Hours zoned out
Numbing my pain
As life passes me by.
Lord, be my rock.