Un-Named

I sit here and I see a blank screen.
I’ll remain here forever, or till I’m 19.
Normally poetry is a delight,
But I can’t envision anything to write.
Earlier topics for this assignment,
Were in my very intelligent alignment.
At the moment I can’t imagine anything new.
And I really want to bid you Adieu!
My mind is exerting all possible words,
But it seems to be functioning backwards.
Out of all this babbling stupidity,
I seem to own an un-known ability.
I have composed a masterpiece.
That now is finally about to decease.