A Perpetual Commotion Poem by Poet Unravelled

Cluttered thought's thirst to inspire-
Blocked feelings in a scolding ire
As my pen quivered to scribble a word,
Ennui loomed large and my ink blurred.

I mustered up words, but they seemed vacuous.
Even the grief and fear seemed innocuous.
All the tears forced out of vapid cries-
desiccated on an arid parchment of lies.

Now, Im in a perpetual struggle to unravel my emotion.
What's real? Whats fictitious? A Perpetual commotion.