Poetic Predicament

A heptastich (described below the poem) about the pains (and gains) of creative writing.

Mangled mind, the muse is fraught.
Keyboard, pencil, pen yield naught.
Thoughts escape my boggled brain.
Creative yield fades from strain.
Time to take a break from this.
Thoughts are hackneyed, hit and miss.
Wooded walk might clear the brain.


Rhyming Allitersen form:
Heptastich (exactky 7 lines).
Each line is 7 syllables.
Rhyme scheme aabbccd.