My Poems

My poems are becoming repetitive

I'm running out of things to say

It's like my thoughts are all jumbled up

And my mind is nothing more than clay

My poems seem to be the same theme

Things that I have already said

Of love and hate, sadness and happiness

And of this life now and feelings of dread

My poems always come back to me

My thoughts and feelings and more

Things I have and have not said

And my life and what's in my heart's core

My poems are becoming repetitive

I know I have already said this before

But my poems are my legacy of my life

And my future of a love and so much more