Sondalor is a dragon in one of my books. His past forms his future into a living nightmare as he comes closer and closer to the brink of insanity. In this poem he voices his thoughts about the power of words and allows the reader to grasp a hint of why he is going crazy.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
Words leave scars that never heal,
Pictures tear your life apart,
and memories are made of steel.
Paper claws and fangs of ink
Tear your heart and leave a hole,
Making nightmares from your dreams,
Emptying a hope-filled soul.
Where is there to find a place
From glaring eyes and hateful words?
For though the blood may wash away,
The words can never be unheard.
Copyright September 22, 2014 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.
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