Answers.

Life’s questions are staring me down.

Trapped,

I can’t escape.

What am I doing here?

He is the answer,

saying I have the rest.

Maybe he’s right,

and life’s a live-action alchemist.

The treasure could very well be buried at my feet.

Selfishness gets in the way:

I hate this place.

The only treasure I see

is the light in his eyes.

It’s probably true

I won’t know what I have

until it’s gone.

Reviews

[Brittany DeFranco]

aw, I love it. Thanks for sharing this poem, I especially like the last two lines because I went through something like that in my love life ^_^