The life cycle of a poem

As words once written
fall into the computer dead
new thoughts bring life
to words deceased
resurrected.
Not all poetry
is evergreen
some lines of autumn
will bend and wither
until released
to their impending epitaph
the delete button
the final resting place.
The AI invasion is here
no ufo needed.

Reviews

[Green]

I have so many "drafts" where I've got like a line or two written and then nothing else. I keep them all stored in a file but I expect that many of them will never come to anything. Sometimes I do think it's a particularly nice line though so I'll keep it around. Who knows, maybe one day someone will get inspiration from it even if it's not me.
With the way AI is nowadays, I definitely hesitate to put it out on the interwebs anywhere. I can imagine few things freakier than unsuspectingly finding an AI version of me out there one day because it got trained on stuff and I didn't know.