Red Dragon

Red Dragon

A Poem by Wild Willow Blue
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It's what he must be feeling..

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What am I doing here? Blinding fury enrages me

blowing through glass eyes

there’s no soul left to eat

not a thing before the darkness

What does this all mean?

As it washes my heart, I feel nothing

leaving traces of string on the earth

I follow them to my grave

Death eats Life for dinner, with playing cards in his hands

living faces die with Grace

n’er to be seen again

© 2012 Wild Willow Blue


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Wild Willow Blue
All of my poetry comes from the heart.

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Added on May 30, 2012
Last Updated on May 30, 2012
Tags: Pain, Death, Rage, Blind, Fury

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Wild Willow Blue
Wild Willow Blue

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I am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..

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