Where are we when the dragon comes
In comfort or distress
In a bottle or smoke
Or even at our best
I feel it creeping near
Slithering to my nest
Hungry for more
Eating at my chest
Im weary and tired
Of nothing but the stress
Searching for my bed
Though I've done nothing but rest
The dragon will feed
When Im put to the test
How much longer can I go
On this arduous quest
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Author:
everlong (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2020 17:58
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Comments2
Interesting, I suppose the dragon could be something different for each of us and this poem makes me wonder what it means to you.
Keep your armour on and battle that dragon with peace and love, it will go away.
Andy
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