Poem122: Tastes Like Me

I try to write with another flavor
but every poem bears my flavor.
Every poem tastes like me
my imprint in it never waverr.
I try to evolve, grow, speak
in a new way say my piec.
but each poem is distintcly me
a mirror only reflects what it sees.
I've said so much and I feel now
I've little left to say.
All my poems seem to be
the same thing said a different way.
Can it be that I'm so shallow
already I've plunged my depths dry?
Will I find a new taste deeper
or only lose my mind to try?
With every poem I felt I grew
yet now it seems I may have shrunk.
Will I find my something new
or of my mind just tear a chunk?