The Possesion

Yo!
Can someone help me
I'm sittin here in my den possesed by this pen
I try to put it down but It won't let me
I'm strugglin & fighting but I can't stop writin
as soon as I put this pen down it starts calling me
And Here I am...jonesin to keep composin
Stop pen! unleash me
But I'm in the pen's trance, I love to see it dance
I try ot throw the pen but it grabs onto me
it's not that I don't love poetry
I hate it's control over me
I'm a part of poetry and poetry is partly me
the constant urge to scribble
engages the mind like a riddle
I'm enslaved by the pen
but don't set me free
the pen is the master...
moving up & down, slower then faster
I can feel my pulse in my fingers
kinda lika a stinger but the feeling lingers
Alright pen
I give up, you got me
writin poetry is so within me
sharin my thoughts is what I'm about
and just as I surrender to the pen
Damn! the ink runs out

3P