Writers Block

When in writers block, turn it into a poem

I want to force it all out,
But something is blocking the spout;
I get frustrated to the point of a possible shout,
Instead I just sit and pout.

I want to get out these emotions,
However, I can’t get my mind into the right motion;
To help sooth out the rough like lotion,
Only if I could release these trapped notions.

I want to free my head from this confusion,
But I can’t find my mind a proper infusion;
To give these emotions their proper written allusion,
To allow them a proper protrusion.

I want to get written down these sentiments,
In words that give clear feeling and regiments;
So I give them a correct tenement,
And no longer these ambiguous fragments.

I want my pencil to speak for my mind,
But my mind is too busy twisting itself in a bind;
Preventing me the opportunity to decipher and unwind,
Basically leaving me frustrated and blind.

I can’t get my mind to stop racing and just walk,
I need this complex knot of my thoughts to just unlock;
Instead I just sit with an empty page, glancing up at the clock,
Because my confusion over you, gives me writers block!