This Is Not Poetry

Out of Sync

A metaphorical pen nearly out of ink,
My unbalanced mind somehow cannot think,
Of why my creations are already on the brink,
Of becoming something forgotten and out of sync.

I've seen it in the notifications,
I've seen it on the wall,
No one wants to keep up with their creations,
But just simply end it all.

All things have an ending,
Of that I'm no denier,
But the way some people left me pending,
I wish they still had the desire.

The will to keep on with their stories,
To inspire and entertain,
Sure I could live without them,
But that life is quite mundane.

I find it hard to part with their writing,
I find it harder to see it deleted,
It's hard to be immersed in something,
And then it leaves you uncompleted.

I suppose this is somewhat a rant,
Of something that's now common,
But also I'm clearing up something,
So this final chapter won't be forgotten.

As I mentioned before,
I'm running out of lore,
No room left for an encore,
As for this book, there'll be no more.

It's not that I'm caught by writer's block,
Or I find it hard to rhyme,
I simply am releasing the final stock,
Of a product that has had its time.

No, I'll never delete this mess of a book,
It'll be here for whenever you look,

But it's time to end this book on an even digit,
Ten is quite a lot, I'm surprised I've even reached it.

I'm the author, the poet and not,
I'm the rhymer of not much thought,
I'm the writer who hopes to have brought,
A meaning to these 'not-poems' you've sought.

It's been fun trying to get others,
To wrap their minds around,
The concept of 'not-poetry',
And how crazy it does sound.

I actually plan on changing my stride,
Eventually I'll turn back to poetry as my guide,
And of course I'll have Wattpad by my side,
And continue to write my originals with pride.

So dear reader, do not cry, do not fear,
Because I'll write again, even though this book's end is here,
Always remember that in reality, in the end,
'Not-Poetry' isn't poetry, at least in pretend.