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Lets see how this poem goes

Creativity

I can feel this falling away.
No matter what I do.
It seems to not stay.
Just to wither away.


It's my Creativity
It all used to be in the simplicity
What now seems like impossibility
Perhaps there just no more spontaneity


I don't know anymore.
Sometimes it feels like my mind just shut the door.
Just flew away on the wings of a condor.
To be no more.


How do people stop this.
There has to be a way.
I know it exists.
Or is it simply a myth.


These are the things that plague my mind.
Weather or not I'll create another time.
Of if I'll just let it weather and die.
All this seems to weigh on a dime.


Well, I'll let you know.
If my creativity ceases to be so.







Let me know what you all think .

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