A poets plight

She grabbed her ideas
Along with her writing materials
Scanning through her sharp brains
Vigorously in search of titles
A firm grip, a loaded mind
Encourages a grin that follow
Pen to paper, it's quite rapid
As adjectives seem to flow
Jotting down a single word
A masterpiece of poem, she thought
Yet no twist nor plot
All great ideas erased by doubt
Her misuse of punctuations also
Makes her poem cry
There is no crook in her adventure
Only schemes all in a bunch
Gracefully detached
She took a deep sigh
Dumping the notepad aside
She is pumped with regrets
Looking in awe, she shed a tear
Whimpering, she stood over her gears
Swept away by defeat
Another phenomenal poem incomplete