Can't get the words

Isn't it ironic, how sometimes you seem to run out of words?
Even though my thoughts sink,
I can't put them in ink....
is that thoroughly absurd?

Something I define so well in my imagination,
is haunting me for I can't start its creation.
Oh how I long to write beautiful words,
But what comes out could only satisfy turds,
and if my poem to you has got through,
I'm very sorry I didn't mean to offend you,

I'm trying to say my thoughts,
but they come out as knots,
and my brain gets all twisted,
topics I've listed.
But nothing seems to form,
like in my head there's a storm.
Rain is pouring hard,
but the ground is frozen and barred.
The water can't touch the ground,
feets burning, and screeching loud sound,
we stretch our hands for water,
but above us I hear laughter,
who is he trying to stop my thoughts?
He troubles me...not little but lots...
he's getting on my nerves,
I hope he gets what he deserves,
My mouth feels like its going to explode,
but no words drench me like the dry road.
Why can't he stop,
let my thoughts and words drop?
so I take a paper and try again,
but the words are frozen,
will they melt and when?
So help me dear god,
just give me a nod,
and let my imagination flow,
let my words sow.
Let me write a lovely poem
let me get the words down.
and smirk in his face, I'll show him.