Poetic Rage

The poet awakes, restless, unable to sleep The calling beckons, though tired and weak Feverishly struggling to make sense of the gift Scanning the crania for precious words to sift Ink throbs in the quill waiting to press into page Somewhere deep in the soul emerges poetic rage Wisdom and message collide into harmonious rhyme Hours vanish quickly, theres no care for time Patience rewards, a new creation is spawned The poet is spent, a new day has dawned