Lost Treasure
My hope must be managed.
As my vision is salvaged.
All that is left is what exists.
And my delusions of happiness exit.
Ripples of tear.
That used to strike fear.
But now the voiceless sounds are slim.
And I am taunted with a dim-
Treasure that I must rebury.
That I will forget in a hurry.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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