Out, out, damn blank line

Don't you realize that's mine

I need it for rhyming lines

Do not intrude upon my places

Leave me alone to go through my paces

And let me fill the traces

Poetry does not need to rhyme

Sometimes it can just be the right word sublime

But it is hard to give up the feeling that is mine

What as each line gets longer as I strain to make a rhyme not vulgar

Pushing the limits of rhyme and reason as I struggle with the torture

Of reason and rhyme that fills the time to make a rhyme with rapport