Why We Write
We write to run, we write to fly,
To soar above the world,
We cry to feel, we cry to lie,
To escape the hidden sword.
I pain to live, to breathe again,
To heave in breaths of light,
I gasp for air, I seek the men,
Those few free who fight.
The sorrow slays, the sadness seeps,
Into the bones of night,
Where none but I, in solitude weeps,
With the forsaken gift of sight.
We fall to flee, we fly to fall,
To land amongst the clouds,
Above the sobs, above the crowds,
Where the Dream Realm welcomes all.
poem by Jeremy Cahoon
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