Why Do You Keep Coming Back

why do you keep coming back Sometime after I stopped writing, I began again. And the time after that. After that as well. I threw the words away, but they came back. Like loyal puppies. Or hellhounds. I would curse the demon that took possession of my fingers and forced me to tap-tap on the buttons until the edges of my mood smoothed down. I never thanked it. I never understood why I needed to. But perhaps I have learned my lesson. They reached into nothing and dragged me into light. And now I have found them and they will shake my being for months to come And I will write and write and write until I am ready to feel safe again Safe knowing I am safe from all meaningful knowledge All esoteric verse and corrupted metre Until- Until I am ready to lay claim to words written on walls. It seems like you are very much back with a vengeance.