I don’t care if you hate poetry. I wrote this specifically for you at 2am, now after learning how to write code so I could get the formatting right, it is 4am, so suck it up and read.To write… It slowly starts, like drops of rain A gentle sound on a window pane At first it’s really quite as mild As a simple game played by a child The laughing words, the teasing chant The dreamy lines, the mocking rant It plays with you, but soon you see Things aren’t exactly light and free. At first it still seems it’s in fun The sometimes truthful…hurtful pun A new mood starts to creep inside Things that maybe still should hide Then humor breaks upon the page Pushing aside the thoughts of rage The storm is pounding faster now Words come out, you don’t know how Sometimes they make you laugh out loud Other times you feel quite proud Sometimes they stab you like a knife They reach out for your very life These are the times that writers fear When desperation seems too near But then a calm within the storm Is it done?…or just getting warm Added to this chaotic mix Are other writers with their tricks Curiosity builds, friendships are made Lines get crossed, some prices paid But through it all, as writers know Rivers of words don’t stop their flow They carve out gorges deep and thick They can bring healing to the sick Laughter and love, passion, pain Pouring hard…a driving rain After many sleepless nights you find There’s no escaping from your mind
The Hobbler…through the night, into the wee hours of the morning…painfully, lovingly, yours…my readers.
I’m kind of liking this one, so:
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