I Promise I Didn't Mean This to Be Cynical

Spinning Wheel
I couldn't see
Left from right.
Blind to conflict,
Deaf to the breaking sound
Of separation.
I couldn't see just how quickly
This spiral went.

The issue leaving me
Dizzy.

Where am I now?
Which end of the lever
Am I holding on to-
Right or wrong?
On what side of the spectrum
Do you see me-
Love or hate?

Vision spinning now,
Seeing double, seeing triple.
You're an enemy,
You're an aly,
You're everyone
But you.

I can't tell
Up from down anymore.
Direction for this situation
Seems to be lost.

This twirling top
Left me.
Violently spun me into
A choice I'd hoped
We'd never have to make.

Spin cycled to rock bottom
By a problem with
No owner.
But atleast  the only place
To go from here
Is up.