Chosen to Write

I wake up everyday knowing I might write,
Letting my might write,
When my might's right,
Writing until I die, because I might right?
But writing is eternal,
Even after people let evil turn all,
I'll be a ghost among loose leaves,
A loose leave on loose leaf,
Former tree and the mind of mine penned,
Paper and my pen,
From within my mind's pen,
Dug and from my soul mine pent,
Death to the left of me and a cursed life to the right,
Within limbo in the middle, forced to write,
My heart and mind forged to write,
My art, I hope my choice was right.