Ode, To Writer's Block

Oh, writer's block how you confound me.  
You've become my greatest enemy.  
Thought's buried in my mind,  
why is it that you hide?  
Words I plead with you to come out,  
won't you please let the thoughts sprout?  
 
All the thoughts have fled my head,  
everything's already been said,  
still I search and try  to find  
something that was left behind.  
I'm drawing a blank  
and begin to tank.  
 
I yearn for the day a pencil was a key,  
that could open the cage and set my thoughts free.  
All I see is a blank page,  
this sends me into a rage.  
A pencil such a simple tool,  
yet somehow, my life it rules.