My to-do list is wrapped around my neck
and I cannot find the air to inhale;
or the pen to keep those things done in check
and so time will pass and those tasks must fail.
If only it could give me just an inch
then it would comfortably unravel
but I am confined and I can feel its pinch
which makes my throat sound as rough as gravel.
Someday, I am sure I will escape its clutch
and I will be free to move as I please,
but for now it has all become too much
and I am anxious for this pain to ease.
Until then I'll remove it, stroke by stroke
and hope to be finished before I choke.