Drench This Sheet Again

As I write, the pen trembles, Mumbles my mind's verdicts. Upon my thoughts, it stumbles, Claims my Ideas are convicts. As I imagine, my soul I bribe, And hire it to channel my visions with ease. By tides, I'm swayed, away from my tribe, While the pen keeps teasing, the scribe's calm seas. Extinct notions, the imagination weaves, To drape a cloak o'er pessimist eyes. Like droughts to thirsty drops, relieves, Reveals us glimpses of skies. Eyelids umbrellas, eyes, the clouds, My hands like napkins, soak the rain. While heart perspires, yet drips aloud, Enough to drench this sheet again...