Mind Dragon



 each thought storms the calm, black waters,


an unarmed toy soldier is crushed inside a sand castle,


straddling a line across the dirt; beneath are rising pitch forks,


an angel with clipped wings, asks to dance,


my head yells" TAME THE DRAGON. ",


pinching tingles rushes his veins; he stands contorted ,engulfed in after burn,


his flesh becomes scaley flames,


unscathed by the nerve incinerating pain, 


undiminished by the furious rain,


he tames the mind; becomes the dragon in the wind,


guardian of his own head,


centered after breathlessness,


each steady deep breath;  beckons it to near death,


the dragon is now slain.


only to rise,

only to fly,

only to conquer,

once again.

  • Author: Zapatron (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 25th, 2020 18:07
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 28

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