Sunday, May 23, 2010

The Dragon that Lives Here

My dragon sits in unexpected places.
He waits for me
He watches
And he comes,
When he comes,
With a hundred different faces.

In the darkness of the night he breathes his flame
To scorch my mind,
Grab my thoughts
With his claw,
Beastly claw
Calling me by nature and by name.

In his twisted eye, one deadly bitter tear,
Distorts my love,
Pulls my heart,
Steals my joy,
Precious joy,
Turns my peace to dust. His name is Fear.


Lilibeth said...

Ouch. He's a terrible dragon for sure. I'm loving your poetry.

Ramesh Sood said...

Beautiful poetry..let the dragon vanish from the imaginations also..

anthonynorth said...

Dragons don't come any worse - but must always be fought.
Nice one.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Nasty dragon. In dire need of skewering!

Elisha said...

I like the rhyme scheme on this one a lot. It feels very natural. Excellent writing too, I think we can all relate to this.

Shyam said...

I love this!

Timothy P. Remp said...

What a Dragon! :) Wonderful work.


Denise Moncrief said...

Beautiful poem. Fear is a nasty dragon to defeat.

oldegg said...

I too loved the form of this poem. Dragons are fearful and fear is the biggest dragon of all.

Chapter Forty said...

A wonderful poem of truths
Fear is a dragon we all have to battle with.

Cynthia said...

yes, fear can become crippling.
but I've chosen to abaondon that
feeling as often as it returns.