The Lonely Write

In this quiet night where the stars do not shine
At precisely fifteen minutes past the thirteenth hour.
The lonely writer sits at her desk
Pondering whether her next line should rhyme.

It does, either way
And she is glad.
For her confidence is at an all time low
due to her recent foray.

She had stumbled upon the website her dreams were made of
Needless to say, she was hyped up and ready to write.
But to her dismay
Five items to display was all it clothed.

Returning to her beloved pen and paper
She resolved to be committed to her cause.
And by not letting any adversary deter her
She was doing herself a favour.

So this lonely writer continues to pen down the thoughts that fill her mind
As the peacefulness and serenity of the situation overwhelm.
Inspiration flows freely
In this quiet night where the stars do not shine.