Dis-communication - NaPoWriMo 25

I have a desire
a need
to have my words speak plainly,
while my writing whirls on wings,
But
there are damnable times
where my words weave metaphors
to an unresponsive crowd
as my writing
sucks and plunges into accursed
mundane boring dirt,
wherein my frustration
at communication
further fans the muse's fire
when I simply want to exact,
and afterwards trying to
put pen to paper
is met by a roadblock and blankness.

That it becomes only time
and sleep bring salvation
to such muddled moments.