' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' . I am that land so barren with a dreary lonely life, seeking rain to end this strife. I am living in nothingness. But there is an oasis in my tear duct, fertile spot, an emotion still left in me keeping me alive, bringing back my will. I now know the point, the reason why they arrive, them tears in my life.
A shape poem. :) Don't know if it's good. Have a good read. :D