I have hit a point in my life where my poetry is no longer evolving
I write and I write
But it always ends up the same.
No new ideas
No new conception
Just the same poem over and over
It's like I've lost my personal muse to the world outside
And I can't find her anywhere
I've lost the spark that would help me come up with idea after idea
And I just decided that it was okay
Because I grew up from it
I've lost all the inspiration from my childhood
All the joy, pain, anger
All the emotions that I put into my work
Gone as if they never even existed
Why can't I evolve my work anymore
Why do I have to watch with envy
As others create wonderful masterpieces
While I recreate a
One hit wonder from long ago
That everyone has seen too many times
But decide to take pity and read just to satisfy me
What did I do to lose my love
For the art that I first gather interest in
The art that made me think
The art that helped me express myself
Why must I always have a block
Where I can never finish a new piece
Where I just stop and wait to
Finish it later
Knowing I'll never come back to it
How did I become this lost poet
Who can't create work
Is forced to read others works
Who must realize his limit has been reached a long time ago
How can I call myself a poet
When I can't even create a unique poem...