Nothing New - Poem by Laura Cummings
The same old topics over and over again,
each new word the beginning of a trend.
Write your poem as you feel it in the moment,
dont go home and try to recreate emotions now redundant.
PASHION AND FIRE!
BURNING IN LUNGS!
gone once you've managed to find a pen and a bit of paper.
How can you write what tou're no longer feeling?
You end up writting some half stumped 'poem'
that means nothing to anyone,
because it means nothing to you.
The same patterns in every piece,
dead as a rose mid winter frost,
lost the touch of a true persona,
murdered for lack of pen and paper.
The same old topics,
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