This Poem Keeps Following Me

Out of the corner of my eye I keep catching this poem I know it's the same one that's been following me Wherever it is that I go I'm not sure at this moment What it is that this poem really wants Before I even think of confronting it It turns on its heels and it runs I've seen it in darkened doorways Down back alley's deep and blind It's got me rather nervous you see With every lamp post I'm looking behind When I'm asleep late at night snuggled up tight I hear a scratching on the floor Is it the poem making noises under my bed Believe me that's one place I'm not going If this poem of mystery that keeps following me Feels the strong need to be written Then it aught to show itself for what it is It needs to come out in the open We can both sit down like adults And discuss what it is it's trying to say Put it all down in rhyme then over time It can move along on it's merry way