Lost

In the depths I sit pondering the dragon,
consumed by his fiery breath.

I've awoken the giant it's blistery skin scrapes at my soul
plays mesmerizing games with my sanity.

I torture myself in a veiled attempt
to keep my assumptions from consuming me.

The hows and whys are a conundrum
they eat at me, am I inculpable? I am?

Wasn't it I that had intercourse with apathy herself
while the macrocosm played a sick inequitable game?

Apathy, sweet Apathy,
it's her amiable embrace that encapsulates my substance.

But she lies, her bite gnaws at me tormenting me
like the carnal escapades of the matriarchal Mantis.

I've wandered. I've wasted.
My intentionally delusional clarity beget ramparts.

But, it was the dragon who commissioned disregard
for the consumption of the maiden.

His lack of inculcation and countenance
allowed her to escape to the comfort an inextricable place.

The anger swells in all that is my essence
but still no hatred. Why?