Paper Cell

"Give me more", my hunger rages, 8 Write the rhymes and rip the pages. 8 Leave the rhythm, change the rhyme, 7 But wait, a syl-label was lost. 8 I think the comma helped this time. 8 And hyphens are a petty cost. 8 Now change the rhythm, but keep with the rhyme. 10 The line was sped, so not much lost. 8 I'll have to bring it back this time; 8 It seems the rhythm's shown its cost. 8 Worth was the word that I wanted to use. 10 I forced the rhyme, went back to ten. 8 Then broke my knees to beg the muse, 8 And made it back to eight again. 8 Oh muse, thou hast forsaken me, 8 Resorting to archaic words. 8 Perhaps cliche will set me free; 8 I'll write of love and trees and birds. 8 Or maybe I should write of death, 8 A noble knight that bravely fell. 8 Put wisdom in his final breath, 8 Like pennies in a wishing well. 8 I'm trapped inside this paper cell, 8 My self-created poet's hell. 8