Post A Poem

Raise your hand if you remember

your very first kiss

was it sloppy was it dreadful

do you often reminisce

about doing something not allowed

at a very young age

The gentle dragon blew a flame

that water could not put out

the gentle dragon had a name

that others could not pronounce

when winter came the gentle dragon

went about his own way

I uttered the word, inner peace

To ram the thoughts inside my head

I repeated the words in a frantic beat

A thousand voices repeated themselves

The fleeting mind scattered over

Felt the friction growing loose

It’s a passionate surrender

The face has no name

It fell by the wayside

But a story, just the same

Hiding behind a handsome mask

Dreams that were shattered