Poetic Curse.

I lay alone in a darkened room, fighting to find solitude.
my mind begins to race faster as it forms images in my head.
These words of poetry which have haunted my dreams.
Now taking control of my mind in every waking moment.
My friends say it is a gift, yet it is trully unwanted.
My thoughts of every day life, twisted into poetic forms.
A never ending stream of random words.
My mind, a pool of useless knowledge.
But this is my life... corrupted by the burden of poem.