Your Own Creativity Is NonexistentA Poem by A Mess
Your Own Creativity Is Nonexistent
Hunger for creativity strikes As soon as you see someone else’s idea Hand to pen, pen to paper Nothing bleeds out. That ring in your ear is the emptiness That has invaded your mind Unlike them you are not able, not stable To create something of your own masterpiece- Something as remarkable as theirs Still you sit Hand to pen, pen to paper And still none of your precious blood Bleeds out © 2018 A MessReviews
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