Poems from the soul

My dragon

I once had a dragon who loved to jump

Over the mountains and toxic dumps. 

At some point, I think I lost him, 

And ever since, can't find him. 

I once had a dragon who loved to roar, 

So loud that it became a lore.

Now, that is all he is– a simple tale; 

I wonder where I failed. 

I once had a dragon who loved to dance, 

So perfect, it caught people in trance. 

Now, I search for him in every dance floor, 

Every once in a while, eyeing the door. 

I wonder what happened to the dragon that I owned,

When did he come? When did he leave? Perhaps, 

I never had him; just a dream I had in mind. 

But even now, it feels so real. I lost him, didn't I?