Constipated Thought

Every now and then,the words once easy flowing hold back from revealing what I'm knowing and lost I am to where this poem was going.. Building in significance the words are lost to all innocence release is a failure of intended diligence and I'm trapped in my losing indifference. Perhaps a laxative would work as a stimulus, release and expel me from this chrysalis, provide some imagery of dreamings less frivolous excuse me while I get a little mischievous. In this intense consternation every word lies in constipation seeking is rigidly intensified and proceeds with force and agitation as the thoughts remain anesthetized.