I'm trying to connect with my creative space
But it seems to be avoiding me,
I don't know what to do
I'm trying to put my emotions to rest
With this pen and paper but i can't
Or is it that i don't know what I'm feeling inside
I feel this void inside of me
And I'm trying to fill it with words
words which are not coming
Am i not that poetic anymore
Have i lost the thing that used to connect me to your souls
That touch that used to make you
Move to the rhythm of my words
Have i lost the rhythm that always
Had a way to locate your heart
Yes I've inspired
And yes I've motivated
But why am I not inspired ?
Why am I not motivated?
For what is the use of my words?
If they motivate others but not me
For how can i write anymore if i don't have any words to say?
Have i said it all?,
Have i wrote what i was destined to say?
Is it all that i was supposed to write ?
Is this what being a lost creative is?
This Is just another piece of a washed up poet
Ps.It will be nice if someone recites this when I'm gone
©thisisme00
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