The Poem I Did Not Wish To Write

I did not wish to write this poem,

But it would not leave me be.

Throughout the night,

Throughout the day,

No matter what, it would not go away.

I did not wish to write this poem,

But it took over me.

Forced my hand to pen it down,

My brain to think of nothing else,

Until it was done, I knew no rest.

I did not wish to write this poem,

But here it is before me.

The ghost that possessed me laid to rest.

These last lines are the final rites,

For the poem I did not wish to write.