Imposition

The best of what I write is merely dross;
The worst is utter trash, not to be read.
At times I seek a more attractive gloss,
But sometimes honest things must just be said.
And yet I do not choose the way I write;
I write because I must, not since I can.
I do not do it for my own delight,
But from compulsion, which but late began.
I might stop writing if there were a way
Without my words to make my thoughts stop whirling,
But since I cannot find one, I will play
With words until my thoughts are done unfurling.
So do not read, if you don't wish to see,
But I must write into eternity.