The Sleeping Dragon



The Sleeping Dragon

Inside my soul there sleeps
A passionate fiend,
A dragonous beast--
A heart that beats.

The roaring, raging emotionality,
Strong and dangerous brutality,
I try to keep it at rest,
Keep it subdued,
Hidden and suppressed.

The many feelings kept sleeping inside,
You can’t see them,
I’ve put them out of sight.
All those bothersome emotions,
In a morphed distorted beast.
A dangerous and difficult task,
To manage this monster with its vast array of teeth.

Slowly breaking me down,
From inside, these burning feelings.
In weariness I fear this mayhem may get released.
Oh that complicated compilation,
Of all those tiresome emotions.

I never know when it will awake,
What disaster it will try to initiate.
I can’t promise constraint when it finally breaks away.
Without relent it seeks a way
To let itself be freed.

This seething dragon devising inside my head,
I mustn’t listen to the trickery.
For if these emotions are given credence,
If I surrender to its brutish whims,
Its fire will engulf relationships,
Eating away all civility.
Its reckless movements,
Destabilizing well thought plans,
Toppling them till they come to dust.


Impatience rumbling, sputtering,
This mighty beast of force is blustering.
With its desire to control and dictate,
Spewing havoc, and making messes,
In a rush to accomplish hasty plans,
So many things are torn and crushed.

 The shameless rage
Demanding center stage,
Criticizing eyes struck ablaze,
Pushing and shoving all
Irritants away.
Dangerous things-- emotions.


The eyes brimming with burning tears,
Echos of murmurous whining,
A sorrowful sulking and carping,
That tarnishes any silver lining,
A fire-breathing pouting disaster,
Eroding peace from the environs.

Deep rooted panic,
Compressed heart dismayed.
Taking hope captive,
Unsettling thoughts unswayed.
Hysteric impetus spurs frantic choices,
Hurried and anxious, 
Can't stay trapped here in this place. 
Dangerous things-- emotions.


In a burst of bitterness
Mistakes are made:
A rude response,
Loathsome snubs and
Shoving of acrid words.
 In its desire to not be ignored,
Actions of recklessness purchase more than I can afford,
Spouting off with flames that radiate,
And an appetite of revenge to satiate.

Jealousy shines through transparent scales,
The inward green shadowed on luminous scales.
Dripping talons wet with blood,
Indulging in the wine of lust, its thirst to slake,
Never enough, never enough 
For its enormous intake.
Dangerous, dangerous this dragon awakened,

Until it wanes,
My elegiac bane,
And sleeps again,
My heart back in chains,

Dangerous things-- emotions.

You can’t see them
I’ve put them out of sight
Locked up, caged up
You are safe from their harm
But I still hear them--

Hear them,

Feel them.

Yearning,

Straining,

At times their chains are close to breaking.

I hear the rumbles of this complicated hazard,
The stomping feet, the puffing smoke.
You don’t know though.
I have kept it hidden
You see nothing
Hear nothing
Feel nothing
You believe they don’t exist

With calm indifference
Gentle acceptance
Serene composure
The tranquil surface hides the beast underneath.
 Beware its teeth;
Enjoy the peace while it sleeps.


Emotions don’t disappear;
They are chained up where you can’t see or hear,
But still they strain to be free.
There is always a struggle inside of me.


A daily struggle to keep them contained
I hear them always, my mind trying to tame
You don’t see the struggle I fight to stay sane
The fight of whether or not to release them
How it feels when my strength steadily wanes
How easy it would be to just give them free reign

(Drawing by Rose&Thorn Poetry)

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