Poem_The Last Drop

This is a poem (a rough poem) that I wrote. It starts out very depressed (as you will see) because that was what I was feeling, but I forced myself to end it not so morbidly as I would have liked at the time. It is a poem about hope. As my entry title says, the poem is called "The Last Drop."

The Last Drop

One las drop of blood spilling out my veins
The last drop of hope long gone
Last drop of water in the desert dry
Despair sets in, Desperation takes hold
Last drop of light before darkened sky
Dejection knocks and Forlorn gets bold
Last drop of dark before the bright
Pain walks up and Trial begins
Last drop of warmth before cold's blight
Gloom keeps house and Melancholy wins
Last drop of blood, spilling out my veins
Last drop of hope long gone
One last drop; it is the most precious of all
Treasure it, drink it in, banish anguish
The last drop is the strongest drop
Last drop of blood, about to drip from veins
Last drop of hope long gone
Last drop of blood, not yet drawn
Last drop of hope held in iron chains