The Burning Dragon Dwells In My Suffocating FlamesA Poem by VertigoingnowhereThe dragon that dwells beneath my soul is angry. The fire that I had lit in my heart is suffocating, dying. It is too hot to touch, and too far gone to save, yet I let myself try resulting in the burning of my flesh. The smell of the ashes fills my nose. The sparks that used to be so abundant, they were no longer found. The beautiful amber color the flames used to create turned into a dark gray, almost numb, but still alive. The smoke makes it hard to see and think clearly. The poisonous air gets into my lungs and it is hard to breathe. The dragon told me not to get lost in the forest, he told me not to wander endlessly, hopelessly. He warned me that I was walking in to a trap. I walked straight into a knife. It was not until the tip of the blade reveled itself through my back, that I realized how much I was bleeding. I saw the flames dying, perishing, as I stumbled out of the woods covered in my own blood. © 2012 VertigoingnowhereFeatured Review
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Added on November 15, 2012Last Updated on November 15, 2012 AuthorVertigoingnowhereSarasota, FLAboutMy name is Hannah. I am 18 years old and a senior in high school. To my wonderment I am survived it. These are my adventurers and devestations as I stand my ground, cuss out society and of course, th.. more..Writing
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