The Bards, the Jesters, the Freedom FightersA Poem by Crimson_WoadGetting up in the dark, in the cold of the night Shadows lengthen to the dim computer light I'm sitting typing my heart away on the keys Because if I stop, I will surely freeze
Lyrics and songs crossing through my mind Spewing in different ways, what will I find? Memories dredged from my flooded past Inspirational spurges how long will it last?
Twisting my patterns of sleep for the words Getting up early, before the worm or birds Tapping, tapping the board all the way If I don't get sleepy I could do it until day
For writing is my passion, it's what I breathe It's all around me, in my blood, I cannot leave From the cradle of life until the tomb A welcoming curse until my unavoidable doom
Whoa! Nothing seems to stop my thoughts Not even the writing blocks I have fought Here I go again " back in the saddle I'm up the river with a motor, not a paddle
Watch me as I crack my finger gleefully Typing away in my own little world, peacefully I am amongst them, the poets, the writers The bards, the jesters and the freedom fighters
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