Sleeping Dragons Poem by Thea Pound

There's a dragon sleeping,
Within my soul concealed,
There he waits, impatient,
For his chance to be revealed;
And when my heart is hurting,
He stirs in restless slumber,
And when my rage ignites,
That serpent pulls me under.

The dragon overtakes me,
And burns away my self control,
A surging forth and seething,
He breathes out an inferno;
No matter who the person,
Confronted with his flashes,
No matter the location,
It always ends in ashes.

I cannot tame this dragon,
Nor extinguish the flames,
Yet standing in the ruins,
I am the one to blame;
So be gentle with my feelings,
Because he plays for keeps,
Or forever keep your distance,
And let sleeping dragons sleep.