Tyrannical Pulp

The tyranny of a blank page
As authoritarian as silent sage
You came to them to ease fear, —or
Maybe can't accept absence is a mirr—or.

The tyranny of a blank page
Will send you into a rage
Your words will cut, maul, sear, —or
Remind you of that mirr—or.

The tyranny of a blank page
Romantic freedom turned cage
The dictator speaks, will you hear, —or
Finally scribe, paint, or scream that mirror?