I'm trying to make sense of the darkness,
Which I reside in,
Nothing.
I don't feel the pain.
I can't place thoughts together on a paper like I use to,
I can't hold the flames that brought down those demons,
I can't even hold temper for five seconds,
My past can't even help.
The whole thing is gone,
I tend to fix things,
But cant fix me.
They said I'm not the problem.
That could be true,
They are.
If I never understood their pain,
Mine would still be here.
Maybe I should've let them be,
For my demons weren't much,
But they were enough,
Enough for me to believe they exist.
I brought then down with the flames was birthed with,
Now they are gone,
Like the wind,
You can feel they were one here.
Have you ever heard of a dragon who lost his flame?
I believe that's me.
The Lost Dragon