No More

I do not know,
How to write,
The words of a best seller.
I cannot see,
The gloriousness,
Of what poems truly are.
I don't enjoy,
The effort,
Put into every word.
I don't know why,
I continue to write,
Knowing I make no sense.
My time will end,
I'll be in the dark,
No more words shall I write.
I won't be missed,
Nor shall I miss,
Creating pointless works of art.
My life I dreamed,
Of being great,
On the stage and by the sea.
I do not know,
Why I write,
Maybe one day I'll stop.
When there's no more stories,
When my life is dull,
I shall write no-more,
In the dark i will be,
I'll be gone,
No more poems,
Will be heard from me.