Forgotten Treasure Poem by Nikia Chesney

The sun rises and sets,
on each passing day;
The more time goes by,
the more my sorrow fades.

Until I gaze upon you,
my heart no longer beating;
A wound that was once scabbed over,
is now re-opened and bleeding.

All that I once held dear,
no longer apeals to me;
Like a piece of forgotten treasure,
tarnished with my grief.

How long then must you haunt me?
Resurrecting my tears;
My agony stretching outward,
beyond our wasted years.

One day I will move on,
my heart will eventually mend;
The tourment will finally be over,
that is until you wash-up again.



*04-20-04