The Dragon is dying

The Dragon is dying
by Marsida T. Najdeni

Lying in bed.
The lights from outside
reflect on my ceiling,
spoiling the darkness.
The waves create drawings,
as if fairies came to dance.
I do not feel like dancing,
inside of me there is a wild dragon.
A dragon does not know how to dance.
He only knows loneliness.
Only like that can he be king.
And loneliness is the monarchy
where only I govern.
Can one live all life in solitude?
No…
That’s why the heart shrivels.
It decides to die.
Silence!

March 26, 2016.
(From the cycle of “Bad Writers Society”)

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