The swift death of creativity

It was always the same
a short life
from the start
to the delivery room.

The creation
was mine,
but its death
was not,
once read.

The poem.

The poet cried
the poem died,
and that was
the end of that.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and some die way before their time.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Yes some never see the light of day. Once read the show is over. Thanks J.

[John the Baptist]

Yes, I've had some stillborn ones, too.

[andrew mitchell]

Be it good or bad, once read they are all put to bed. Thanks John.