The 2 Wolfs

So many things to be grateful for. Yet I can't stop myself from staring at the one closed door. Thinking about how I deserve it to unlock. Gives the mean wolf the power to restock. When he reigns, he reigns supreme. Ripping away all the good my heart has seen. Leaving only the bad so he may feed. Off every moment that made my heart bleed. The good wolf stands now starving and in pain. His hunger for good, making him harder to tame. He searches for good in a heart of despair. Eager to end this horrible nightmare. Then he gives up or so it seems. I close my eyes and he sees the burning light of my dreams