Blocked

My detriment's reaching written proportions
As I agonize to articulate my mind
My scrambled emotions cause my contortions
I struggle to say, see what I can't find

This plight probably my biggest obstruction
The barricade blocking my thoughts
I currently can't complete the production
The twine of my mind a double-tied knot

I endeavor to clever my paper with letter
But I cannot conjure coherent lines
So I follily fumble over what way is better
Prose, pentameter, alliteration or rhymes

I'm convinced I'm contamined with divine demand
Sublimely suppressing my mind's addressing
My normal knack for poetry on command
And magnitude for mellifluous lines without stressing

I attempt to address my affliction with diction
But I fear I have failed to address with avail
Perhaps I procured the improper prescription
To cure the calamity of my mental ales

So I sit stymied progress impeded
By inability to interpret the halves of my head
Wish I could claim my solution succeeded
While withering away stuck static instead

Formidably focused on liquid loquacious
I'm preoccupied pondering the depths of my drought
Serendipity assures soon something sagacious
Will permanently permit me to drown any doubt

I anticipate anxiously that temporal time
When again words willingly flow from me
And I untie the lie that's kept me entwined
Freeing my pen to poetic opportunity