Portrait Of The Artist As A Bad Poet

My poetry sucks
Can't find the words
That will allow me 
To transform myself
From flesh and blood
To ink and paper
Frustration
Is gripping me
Shaking my core
I want to release
It all into words...
But the words won't come
I can't let them go
Just let them flow
From brain to hand to concrete form
I want to create
I want to create
I want to create

No rhyme or reason
No form or pattern
I just want to
Let the words go
Let them flow
I want to create
     to create
     to create