When i pull the wind closer <br />Lay it naked before my keen eyes <br />Searching for stanzas hidden <br />They call me mad <br /> <br />When i look at the blood <br />Fluttering from my veins <br />Soaking me to my soles <br />And i laugh <br />Like a triumphant warrior <br />They call me crazy <br /> <br />My nights i have slaughtered <br />For the gods of inspiration <br />And i wondered at night <br />Like a broken lion <br />They call me insane <br /> <br />But i am a poet on a quest <br />To best lay my tent <br />Where generation <br />Shall peacefully rest<br /><br />Abubakar Abdulkadir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-on-a-quest/
