I’m in a bit of a bind
With my binders
Boxing me in from all sides
Looking all neat and in a line.
Pages that hold meaning
to me and only me I imagine.
A record of my work, work, work life
Wish I could rest more, rest more
in the quiet space of clearing.
I’m not sure what style this verse is. It has some aspects of free verse with a bit of rhyme. It is based on Binders.