& so begins the weary descent-
Downward I go to fight the dragon.
It draws in energy and I stumble.
My thoughts all a jumble.

I pull my sword from my scabbard.
Watching as the beast slithers.
It comes towards me; fire on its breath.
I believe in certain of death.

What is this dragon?
It is desire.
To sleep all day
& I have no say.

The life of an unwilling dreamer.
To have but a moment’s peace.

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