Fools for The Word
A Series of Limericks
All those who are gifted with writing
Have monsters we are constantly fighting
We have demons and doubts
And the pain we bleed out
Our misery is fuel for the vampires biting
These vampires are our constant mental block
We stare at the blank page, hear the tick tick tock
Counting down every thread
Every word, seeing red
Til we think we are mad, loony, laughingstocks
Every word is our weapon in struggles
It’s our magic, makes us more than muggles
We are fools for the word
But we long to be heard
And the resonance is the warmth for our snuggles.