The need to write, to tell a tale

I love this excerpt, so often I feel compelled to write just this way. It burns within me.

“Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.


Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns:
And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.”
from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Coleridge