Anger now snapped the pencil as frustration

Anger Now Snapped The Pencil
As Frustration Had Tried, Yet Again, And Again.
Temptation To Abort, Any Further Thought,
Died, In The White Knuckles
Of A Stubborn Clenched Fist.
New Pencils (Only Need Sharpening)
Languished Leaden In A Computer Top, Jar.
A Razor-Like Edge, Now Strokes The Soft Wood,
And Crafts To A Needle Point.
A New Line Of Verse Appears, With Letters
As Wispy As A Spiders Leg.
The Second Line, Stops Halfway.
Broken Pencils And Slithers Of Wood
Now Litter The Promise Of Art
Surely, One Of Them Must Work