During my youthful journey
Words in a journal to helped me
My innermost feelings were read
Then somebody lost what I said
Lost the friend... in those pages again
Our feelings and how we strive
Shouldn't be buried alive
The struggles a loved one bears
Is a treasure to one who cares
Locked within... until time ends..
In the depths of my soul
Lies a buried treasure
Reaching, yearning, longing.
Satisfaction evades me
But for faint glimpses revealed
This man reaches for a handhold
Outside I have become indifferent, superfluous
A single passion displaces loss... rage
I will find a way to reveal his depths
With thankfulness and enjoyment
And share the prize with others.
