Has my best poem
Already been written?
If I made another recital
Would you be there to listen?
Have I set a bar so high
That I may never reach it?
Will my poems ever touch you
In the way they once did?
Have I already piqued
The limits of my creativity?
Is there anything more inside
Awaiting delivery?
Could creativity really be
Such a finite resource-
That once used and depleted
Can never be restored?
Is there any hope
For the writer inside?
Or am I calling on a spirit
That has long since died?
By : Phanuel Ayelum.
Writing about writing 😅
Or the sheer lack of it💭
Do any of you ever feel this kind of fear?
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