Sea Dragon

How we come to be cynics of love

There are dragons at night

That come out to play with our hearts.

They crash ships like bathtub toys

And are masters of the dark arts.

 

We embrace the flames of their breath

And draw out our pain in charcoal.

We try to calm their temper with prayer

Standing below them like a stubborn mule.

 

The night filled of stormy weather --

The clouds like dark scales across the sky.

Yet we stand before it astounded

And ponder with wonder and why.

 

We accept the lashing of forked tails.

Throwing small harpoons of hope,

That we may survive the storm,

With nothing more than faithful rope.

 

By dawn, we succumb to defeat,

The force of the dragon takes its toll.

Our wooden ships of mighty optimism,  

Now reduced to char and coal.

 

And as the water rises to fill

Our empty souls of loss.

We contemplate our choices

And what they seemed to cost.

 

The ocean bottom cannot come too soon.

The silky sand disturbed…nay, disrupted.

Laying now with creatures of the sea,

This is where we are corrupted.

 

And as they swarm us before they rest,

We drown in pessimism and fear.

We accept the inevitable fate

And surrender … now and here.

Author's Note

prepping for a new book. enjoy.

Reviews

[willweb]

This poem was great. I really enjoyed the feelings, the emotions this projected. It felt dark to me with a little light shining down from the surface. This piece was exceptional.

[Quill~]

Amazing! The last stanza, impeccable!
I felt the drowning of fear, hence the pessimism is born.

100/100

[Nina C Palmer]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and review!

[Quill~]

:) it's an honor to read such talented writing.

[Sami Khalil]

The title, the poem and the inner message are wonderful. Swarming with dark images but filled with truth...Bravo...:)........

[Nina C Palmer]

Thank you kindly

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)....