Writer's Block

My pen is poised above the page
I'm going into quite the rage
I don't know what to say or write
That readers might think wise or sage.

I really must be quite the sight
In this unfortunate little plight
The words are far and yet so near
They won't appear for all my might.

It doesn't bring me any cheer
To think I might be here all year
I'm going to finish very late
And never leave my desk, I fear.

I might as well just sit and wait
Until the fickle hand of Fate
Gives me a thought that's wise and sage,
A topic that is just first-rate.

My mind feels like it's in a cage
It simmers in a silent rage
I'm really in a dreadful bind
To find the words to fill this page.

This paper's smooth and white and lined
But now, the words, I just can't find
So I'll just sit and lose my mind,
So I'll just sit and lose my mind.