Trapped, bound, gagged, & flipping out
Crying & screaming to be led out; astray
To be free flowing w/out a route; no delay
Gushing about like a spout; water to spray

Depths of hell is where some liked to dwell
Her quill does dip into that well, fully delved
Each evoked emotion; hand wrung by thee
Laced &interlocked for all, to gather & see

On & on it would forever seem
Rivers of words, peacefully streamed
Written most wonderfully; seemingless’ly
Feelings from the spirits of yesteryore; dreamily

Her hands controlled by her thoughts, were not
Spacing off more so than she ought nought
Pondering what it’s like to be a poet; a lot
Until she reread’ed from the very top

Now Stop..