The Last Teardrop In The Desert

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.

Author's Note

This is probably the best poem I've written so far. I actually started out this poem signifying the struggles of writing but after I finished, it turned out way deeper than I thought.

Reviews

[Ghost writer]

I like the idea of one tear drop in a whole dry desert, It's taunting like even if I was a sea you couldn't drink it, I also love the last line because people are jerks to people or accuse them of things or think they act the wrong way, but no one knows what it's like in someone else's head

[Ann]

Thanks so much. You really understood the poem.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

You have poetically captured the essence of yearning for that moment of writing enlightenment. One teardrop, squeezed from a grain of sand can creatively produce a flood of imaginative prose - well done you! :-)

[Ann]

Thank you so much :)

[Sarissari]

I really like your writing. Nice use of words and comparison.

[Ann]

Thank you .

[queen juju]

I love the imagery used! I really felt like I was with you the whole time and felt the things you were feeling. Keep up the good work :)

[Ann]

Thanks you so much :)