Thoughts Of Unknown Values Poem by Forever Underestimated

I find my poems
Growing shorter
As my mind is consumed
By thought.
No, I don't have writer's block,
Just the opposite, you see.
What should amount
As books of art
Only turns out
As simple words.
How can that be?
Voices running through my head
Screaming ideas of heavenly value,
Yet they can't come out.
Now why is that?
Maybe it's because
There are so many thoughts
That it is almost impossible
To focus on one
For a long time.
I'm not sure,
But I'll find out
Soon enough.