Restless Night

There was nothing to do that night,

So I decided to sit and write,

About some story untold,

And what lessons it could unfold.

But somehow my pen stood still,

I could not think of anything until,

I nearly went out of my mind,

No words that were suited could I find.

What happened to me me that evening?

I couldn't even make a beginning,

I sat there for hours thinking about things I could write,

But even though I had an idea, it couldn't just come out right.

Suddenly a notion struck my mind,

Now I could see better, now my brain began to unwind,

I wrote briskly, thinking what a nice poem it'd be,

For anyone to read and see.

Now this writer has something to write about,

Now she can jump for joy and shout,

Do you know what it is all about?

It is not about the sunshine nor a pout.

But...

There was nothing to do that night,

So I decided to sit and write.