Struggles of a Poet

How can I write As plain as day But have no delight In what you take away I speak of the sky A royal blue You deep fry My chosen hue I struggle to say I'm feeling pain Your mind goes stray My efforts are vain I suffer through words Bleeding in ink You naively refer Without a blink You drop the ball When I pitch a winner A baritone, you call When it's clearly a tenor But what is a poet One generating rhyme?!?? And if the reader did know it Could it stand the test of time I believe it should be Thought provoking Therefore it's clear to see Why most are choking So perhaps it's good For many to question To remain misunderstood In the right direction