Creativity Vanishing

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I wrote this, in 2017. It's part of my 10th poem set, Remembering Relapse.

Submitted: July 07, 2018

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Submitted: July 07, 2018



I, love, being, unique, but, I, just, hate, feeling, incomplete.

I, was, wide, awake, in, a restricted, world, that is, majorly, asleep.

All, of, my, magnificent, dreams, and, my, beautiful, universe, they, will be, my, legacy, and, my, memory.

I'm, reminiscing, about, my, achievements, and mistakes, as, my, creativity, is, vanishing.

I, lived, in, fantasies, because, I, never, had, a reality, where, my, feelings, stopped, hurting.

Beings, like, me, are left, to become, dust, and, crumble, into, nothing.

I'm, mostly, incapable, of, being, loved, for, prolonged, periods, of, time.

I've lived, as, a ghost, so, that's, how, I'll, die.

No longer, will I, compromise, or, lie, to myself.

There, won't be, another, try, this is, definitely, the end, of, the line.

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