Nothing


I was given the chance to write a sonnet,
And immediately I was on it.
I sat around and thought for an hour,
Nothing came to me and my mood went sour.

I wanted to write about something with flare,
And numerous ideas crossed my mind.
My pondering inevitably led to my despair,
Sadly nothing of interest I could find.

I continued thinking awhile longer
About a topic this would be based.
Determined I became and this piece I conquered,
At last my thoughts were not put to waste.

I approached a close on the topic of nothing,
And surprisingly realized that this was something.

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