Stories and Poems

Two Headed Monster (Poem)

I recognize it, yet I don’t react/I stay steady, unfazed by it all/Remaining on course, can’t be shaken/Focused; Fearless; Determined; Immersed
What remains is an unfaltering man/Close minded to criticism; open to objection/Seeking things that has no definitive answer
His journey never ends; even beyond death/Who is this man failing to hold true to the definition/Who is this man drilling into your love
Is he trustworthy? Is he loyal to the cause?/I can only imagine the thoughts in your mind/I can only anticipate what you may be feeling
Your fears are misplaced and misguided/For this is not a perfect man that you are viewing/For the personification of perfection is nothing but divergent thinking
In the excogitation of this man the truth will be evident

It's a two headed monster that has you so derranged/should I stay....Should I go/Is he real...Is he fake/Lord I don't know

It's a two headed monster that has you so entrapped/Is he lying....Is he honest/Is he faithful....Is he fornicating/Lord I don't know

This man is not perfect; yet your attraction is not erroneous/His flaws may be major; but you discount them/This man has hurt you in ways that you don’t deserve
Why do you take him back? Why do you accept it?/Maybe because you can see the truth of his mind/I recognize it, yet I can’t react
I’m wobbly, disconcerted by it all/Falling off course, easily shaken/Wandering; Timid; Hesitating; Short-Sighted/What remains is an unstable mentally dead individual
Weakened by criticism; Out of touch with reality/Seeking answers to infinite things he should know/His journey is flawed; destined to die alone
This man is the stereotype of a man/This man is falling out of your love/He’s not trustworthy. He’s not loyal to you/You’re aware of him. He’s unaware of himself
In a downward spiral; His chances are running out

It's a two headed monster that has you so derranged/Should I stay.....Should I go/Is he real....Is he fake/Lord I don't know

It's a two headed monster that has you so entrapped/Is he lying....Is he honest/Is he faithful....Is he fornicating/Lord I don't know

What does he do from this point on? What’s left?
Every action scrutinized to the point of feeling choked
Will he change? Will I change? Will it be too late?
Only time will tell; Hopefully your patience doesn’t wear

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