Two Wolves Bastardized

H.R.Powell

We all heard the parable

“Inside you there are two wolves, one is love one is hate”

And we are supposed to decide the winner of their brutal battle

Whichever one we feed is the one who prevails

And that makes it sound so simple

That we must be standing on some balcony throwing fine steaks to wolf love

And wolf hate would quickly wither away

But that is not the case

I am in the snow, stood in the middle of the bloody circle they plod endlessly

Handheld fast to my own beating heart

They want it

Both starved and bitter cold

It is not a fight of the wolves between them

It is between them

And me

  • Author: H.R. Powell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 7th, 2022 15:09
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