Quilting the Poems

Compulsion to Write

My words do not belong to you to read,
nor they are written aiming for the fame.
This mad like writing is my way to bleed:
technique to cool off ever burning flame.
No treasure there is waiting for my claim,
nor are there monsters ready for defeat;
this neither is rebuttal to some shame,
not even way to write the status-tweets.
Compulsive writing is important need,
a plea from muse of mine to now be freed.

Form Used: Decuain