The Dragon

A poem about a personal journey inwards.

The Dragon

Deep in the caverns of my used to be
resides a dragon of immense proportions.
Along the viaducts of my existence
it wanders back and forth.

In the hallways of my mind
I hear the screams of its victims.
The dragon feeding and feasting
on those who cross its path.

Burning flames cauterising pains
sealing scars of slashed memories.
Talons digging into flesh and bone
ripping apart the the long dead.

Deep in the caverns of my used to be
The dragon sleeps, dreaming of escape.
Hibernating till summer arrives.
Slumbering in the corners of my used to be.