Poems by Yours Truly

Me, myself and I

In the forest of confusion,
Here I stand,
Reaching no apprehension,
While darkness filled the land.

There was a pair of eyes,
Eyes blazing with fire in them,
A wolf, staring through me,
It's expression, with fury but grim.

Another pair of eyes emerged,
Belonging to a winged bird,
Large eyes wide and wise,
Who knows; they could be filled with lies.

Closest to me,
A creature with a luscious mane,
Two paths behind it,
Waiting to be taken.

The wolf was unpredictable;
Lovable at times, cruel the other,
Dark and mysterious,
Deadly and dangerous.

The owl, perfect,
But it was fading ever so slowly,
It cannot be saved, 
Unless it wanted to be.

The two paths were great,
But taking them would mean, 
No turning back,
My conscience would not be clean.

A choice needs to be made,
Leave the owl and the wolf,
Leave only the wolf,
Or stay with both.

Thoughts raced through my mind,
As I contemplate on which to leave behind,
On which I shall dwell,

Only time can tell. 

However confused I am,
One thing is for sure, one thing good,
That my thoughts are only known, only understood,
By me, myself and I.