P,T&B

I was going to write a poem.
But then as I began to unleash
myself, I discovered that I had
nothing to say. Yes, I am feeling
rather, a lot right now. But maybe
to speak about it, I should not.
I'm not over whelmed, as much
as I am just weighed down. So,
to do what I normally would,
write about it I should. But I
began to write, and nothing
came. Nothing flowed. So maybe
to speak is not what's right for now.
It is almost three in the morning.
And my body may be saying:
"rest!" So, rest I shall go. I just
wanted to write a poem. But
unfortunately, nothing was
written.