Searching for the words.

I read the paper, and have these great thoughts to post, but by the time I sit at the computer they are gone, a few empty words hanging in the corners of my mind all that is left. I drive along, thinking on this subject, or that, and weave whole paragraphs of crafty prose, but when I return to the keyboard all that is left is a memory of the finely crafted tapestry of words, hanging in tatters, whipped by the winds of regret. I cannot find the threads to reweave, and sit in frustration, having things to say, but no direction for my nimble fingers. I resent posting worthless chatter, but sometimes do, just to fill the empty spaces, so they will stop mocking me.
In my younger days I wrote many things, the words flowing like an undamned river, and it worked and was good. But time has stolen my ability to set the images in my mind into words, and craft pictures with paragraphs. And I resent it. I want it back. I shall not go gently into that dark night…..