The only true freedom is the empty page.
The more you write, the more the words close in on you.
Even now I feel them.
Conjoining, Encircling, interlinked.
Soon they will have a rhythm I am forced to follow.
A rhyming scheme I must grimly swallow.

They are closing in.
By now I can barely breathe.
It's ending. HELP M

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