My Dragons


There is a dragon which resides inside of my head.

Guarding the memories which weigh me down like led.

Scorching all reason which tries to invade.

Crushing the questions that come in a raid.

Guarding the wall’s built high around.

There lives an army of doubt; keeping hope from their compound.

In their hands, they grasp their swords of malice.

Incessantly protecting this faithless palace

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