Blank Page - A poem about writers block

This is my try at a poem about writers block.

Blank Page

This blank page stares back at me.

Whatever should I do with thee.

I think of what I should write.

But I get distracted and lose the fight.

Again my screen is blank and bare.

And all I can do is look and stare.

Nothing ever comes to mind.

So I play a game to help me unwind.

Ok now it’s time again to type.

So I pump myself up full of hype.

I start to write a sentence now.

But it makes no sense, Holy cow!

I delete the line and start a new.

But, no words go down, not even a few.

What’s wrong with me and my brain?

It doesn’t work am I insane?

The sun goes down with my page still blank.

But my will’s as sturdy as a modern tank.

The night drags on and my eyelids close.

And I began to drool like a garden hose.

I wake up and look at my screen.

To see nothing but that blank page that has been so mean.