A blank page

I stare at a blank space
A piece of paper in my face
Empty, all the lines look the same
Borders set in a blank frame
Seems I haven't got the will
For words to pour out and fill
The pen lies on the page
As a sentence takes time to gage
Thoughts grind to a halt
It's not my fault
White, square, on the sheet
I need to motivate, to make words complete
Not sit here, and face defeat
Isn't life sweet?
Seems words have no respect
The bin over flows with screwed up balls that I reject
Papers in piles of reams
Frustration lets out screams
Just get the words rolling
Get the pen controlling
Let's get the flow
Get those words on the go
And there lays the lazy pen
I sit and stare at the empty page again