The
Dragon and the Wolf
by Maria Pizzo
by Maria Pizzo
I
want to believe I met a wolf in my past life.
I want to believe he wasn’t a figment of my imagination.
In a world with so little, missing genuine love,
I want to believe his arms that held me were real.
I want to believe he wasn’t a figment of my imagination.
In a world with so little, missing genuine love,
I want to believe his arms that held me were real.
Have
you ever been so alone
that
the walls begin to talk?
Buying
into lies,
philosophizing
the woken lonely nights?
I
want to believe what he told me was true.
I
want to believe that balance sustains life.
Where
everything is nothing,
and
nothing is everything,
the
absence of all is so much in itself.
Have
you ever been so wrapped up in someone
that
you shrink down to nothing?
Feeling
like your existence has ceased,
finding
peace in the silence, hoping never to return?
I
want to believe he was real for my sake and his.
Hidden
away, menacing face, completely unapproachable,
desperate
for love.
Out
of the cloud of delusion,
I
know the sky is painted and music is artificial.
I
know love is temporary
and
that wolves don’t speak truths.
I
know I’m alone
holding
a pillow in the dark
as
hyperventilation steals the air.
Imaginary
fire orange dragon,
you
were alone at the beginning.
You’re
alone, and it’s the end.
From
Maria
Pizzo:
“I am from Metro Detroit, Michigan. I am a junior at Ball State
University pursuing Telecommunications and Creative Writing. Although
most of my college work has been with film production, I recently
interned through the Indiana Writers Center for the Building a
Rainbow summer program.”