Unfinished thou

Unfinished thought.
Unfinished poem.
Do you realize?
You hate your work so much
that it hurts to write.
You hate that you love it
oh so much. It will be
the end of us all.
Remember your first poem?
The way you kept writing
You didn’t even think about it.
You have so many thoughts
in your mind.
But where has that
imagination run to?
Chase after it
Don’t let it be taken away
Your selflessness
has been selfish with you
Its taken your most
precious things away.
Don’t let this be the end.