Cerberus

Forgive my humble hackles

For I don’t know

Which me is me

To the left, loyal
Jovial
Howling through the night
Not a leader, but a member of the pack.

To the right, stoic
Snarling
Side eying every shadow that tries to get close,
Every hand that reaches out for affection.

And dead center, bleak
Whimpering
Feasting on memories regurgitated over and over
On a diet of regret.

Some say this makes me a monster

Some say this makes me a beast

But I know

This makes me

Safe

From falling back

Into Hell