Is It Is?

It is easy to write a poem about something that is,

but what of something that isn't?

There isn't,

but when it has,

it has not,

there was not,

and there won't,

but all the while it does,

and when it does not sleep,

It's not awake,

and it does not never layer within its self,

so it's hard for it not to not do it,

but it already has,

yet it still is and isn't while I write,

but it can,

and it won't never not,

but it will not stop.

{thanks for reading, please feel free to leave comments or criticisms, ect.}