The Last Teardrop In The DesertA Poem by Ann
I'm in a desert
Surrounded by emptiness Begging for inspiration Begging for motivation I try so very hard To find what was never mine A word, a syllable, even a letter Let alone a string of words that'll form a line I use my passion And deep determination To get rid of my diffidence For this is not mere pretence I observe, not just see I listen, not just hear But gone is all my creativity And all that once was, has formed a tear But I will cherish this tear Even though it may hurt For I know, it is the only drop left In this endless desert So here I sit trapped in this cage Throwing up words on the page For you don't know what goes inside In the desert of my mind.
© 2018 AnnAuthor's Note
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