A Factotum Editor

A factotum editor An editor All in one Factotum Requested for a poem I sit down With a pad Holding the pen tight I look up Marvelled with the architect Crystal clear Of the blue sky With a blasting frustration Bursting disgust I leave my cushion At the far distances No trace of any cloud Or rain I am blocked In the way Of my rushing out i see a face totally worn out out of grace it is of humanity tortured by injustice deceit and hypocrisy the cloud bursts the dyke breaks I am drowned In emotions and tears can not compose even a verse I am totally confused and lost among the words again I am blocked