Writers Block

Inspired by Frost Prevalence accepted structurally sound,aspirations rocked judgementally profound,life that is, that was - isn’t now, change ofthoughts reasons so confusingly unsound, Despaired contrived deprived by a lecherous mind,I titter and look back on words said, I’m tatteredthat confusion is all that has been bled, paper strewnbut still, this quill is frozen to the back of my head, Blatantly endlessly staring, to a canvas waiting to bedressed, oh god I’m feeling so depressed, pressuredby peers I want to impress, just trying to do one’s best,Meekly I say, nothing will be penned today, The world will have to wait just another day,for me to have my little say, mastered to the canvaswhich has haunted my past few days, forgive nowas I hang my head in such utter shame,  I’ve tried but failed to enlighten your day.