Two Legs Or Three, It's All About Me Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Each night in dreams
I face a knight or snake.
I seek a maiden, fair
or hermit, kind.
I fly or fall or flee
before I wake.
It's said each is
an aspect of my mind.
My boss is not my shadow,
not my dad.
To see him so
is just a mental fraud.
I've seen myself
within the grocery lad.
Like me,
they're foolish,
fallible and flawed.
I thought I loved you.
Yours for me seemed real.
But was it more about
my loving you?
I grieve,
but is it still your loss I feel
or is my grieving
all about me too?
“How can I know another? '
I complain.
“The Devil's Pitchfork's
twisting in my brain.'