Dominic Black's "My Choice" is a short, bleak poem about being shut away and unable to speak. The speaker begins by stripping everything back: no faith, no hope. Yet the lines keep coming, because the speaker is "always writing poems." Writing seems to be the one thing left, though even that adds only "one note / one of silence," a strange phrase that suggests the poems carry what the speaker cannot say aloud.
The second half makes the pressure clearer. The speaker is "told to keep isolated" and "forced to stay quiet," with repeated "forced" stressing how little freedom there is. The ending, "letting fall my crown," feels like surrender, giving up pride or authority. That sits oddly beside the title, "My Choice." Judging by the poem, the choice may be bitterly ironic, something the speaker has been pushed into rather than picked freely. The mood is heavy, resigned and lonely, with short, plain lines that feel like quiet defeat.