I have nothing clever left to say

This is my attempt at a sestina, written for my writers craft class -- it drained my mind, but I'm really happy with how it turned out

I have nothing to say, so I’ll speak
of the absurd silence in my mind
That becomes A temporary loss of sanity
Because The drive to write is no longer there
For words replace actions, and without these
There is nothing to put onto paper

The lines remain blank, the paper
Revealing no thoughts I’d wish to speak
On days like this, in times like these
I hope for a fresh start, perhaps a new mind
That will allow the words to be there
Helping me reform a new sense of sanity

But it is insanity I crave for, sanity
Leads to a just as blank piece of paper
revealing the lack of creativity that is already there
in the failure to find the proper words to speak
because a safe and sane mind
leads no where on days like these

I become vulnerable to society when these
Words fail to maintain the sense of sanity
Or insanity that resides in my mind
And as I stare down at my blank piece of paper
I struggle to find the right way to speak
In order to prove that the ability is still there

And as I realise again the words still aren’t there
I begin to wonder if even these
Inabilities to tear my mind apart and speak
The thoughts that portray my level of sanity
Are worth putting onto this paper
Because it shows even in the dead times, my mind

Is still so full of thoughts, is still my mind
I realise then, that the potential is still there
That even nothing can be put onto paper
For poems such as this, such as these
Ones that lower my sense of sanity
Are still words I can so beautifully speak

So in the times my paper remains blanks and my mind
Can’t find the words to speak I know they are still there
And that times like these are just temporary losses of sanity