Lost in his madness the Dragon cries
Trying to find solace from the lies
His peers tell him he is cared for
Yet all they convey are words, nothing more
All he wants is a companion, a friend
Someone who might help the wounds to mend
No one wants a damn thing to do with him
They all tell him to sink and not swim
They cannot comprehend what they mean to him
Without their existance his future looks grim
Hope is fleeting, all he sees is red
Blood pours, soon he will be dead
As he drifts off into another plane
And he reflects on what was his bane
He utters these words, hoping someone might care
"Just because it is not sensed does not mean it is not there"
I have to say that, a poem that gives me goosebumps is definetly a well written and detailed poem. I like your writing. Keep at it, you're really good.
~Gentle Breezes~