Teardrops: Poem

Title: Teardrops

By: Bruce Hackmann 

I keep trying to find my inspiration 

Since my object of desire has gone 

I know something inside has died 

For now, my passion sings a different song  

I feel dancing on my teardrops

As I methodically search inside

I rummage for that pure ardent feeling

Sadly, my emotions run and hide

With this the imagination 

Has diminished 

I am left 
Standing

Looking 

Like a weak empty shell 

I just wish she would dance around my teardrops

For, I still remember how each one fell