The Dragon

Some where inside me I know he is there. He lays just below the skins surface, I feel his presence, as though he is swallowing mine. Somewhere inside me he hides, waiting to surface, waiting to rise. I barely recognize myself when he is near, somewhere inside me he is there. I do not know where he came from, or if he will ever leave. I sit in silence, flames churn inside. He comes in darkness and sometimes in the morning light. He is deep inside this very day. He steals my smile, robbing me... Often I do not recall as he overpowers me. I just know the dragon lives inside of me.

1979
Mars Meadows