Another Poem Lost

Again words have failed me, creating a blank. I feel like a pirate who's walking the plank. With a head full of thoughts that will plunge to the death. I wish words would flow like the lines of MacBeth. Have surfed through thesaurus, a mad man possessed. Been up for six hours, I'm not even dressed. I'll find it, I know it, it's got to be here. The view in my mind is so perfectly clear. My thoughts go to tea and the comfort it brings. It's coffee that's grounded this bird, clipped its wings. Caffeine is evil, the devil, a curse. I'm riding it's coattails, a corpse in a hearse. "Get back on track!" A voice screams in my head. But this train's been derailed and its passenger's dead. Another poem lost to a wondering mind. Tomorrow the words will be easy to find.