undying

Crushing black why do you bother me

beat in and out of the spaces between time

even the dead may meet their end

dragon that I am I cant help but contemplate your grandiosity

seize every moment for what it's worth

I suppose my failings only bring you mirth

in the distance angles dance

warmth gathers and tethers none to me

my flames can't keep me warm much longer

roars and frantic breaths to reach the holy ones

the ones with all the answers

my deluded brain soon forgets

my wings have been frozen for so long

my scales no longer clean

my talons chipped and dull

I cling to this tiny rock

once its name was home

red skies full of soot and ash

oceans and creatures boiled away

what else is there for an undying

ancient as I am

I cannot see into tomorrow

I ask you oh holy ones

is this the end or the beginning

Author's Note

please let me know what you think, thanks in advance!

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is CRAZY good! I was totally mesmerized, getting ramped up inside as the poem went on, building intensity, until the last 3 verse just catapulted me into the ether! WOW! I have had some dark f*****g days in my long life, but I've never seen anyone describe it as interestingly as this! The dragon imagery is so well executed! It's a great symbol for me becuz of an old favorite song "Puff, the Magic Dragon" which portrays a dragon in a friendly light . . . and I have to make friends with my darkness, not fighting it, which seems to make it fight back & swallow me. This is the ultimate in turning one's darkness into art! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Ver]

Thank you so much for your kind words. More to come