After Awhile

this poem is actually in reference to all of my writing

After awhile

I’m just repeating myself

Saying the same things

Over and over again

In different words

Like a broken record

After awhile

It starts to lose sense

The world keeps spinning

My life I keep on living

But nothing is different

I’m getting older

And losing my creativity

But I’m still an amateur

Still a seed

And I’ve hardly just been planted

After awhile

My talent will grow

Unless it dies

Withering away

Like that painfully remembered black rose

That symbolizes me

And as it falls apart

After awhile

So will I

Unless I grasp my creativity

And never let go