A secret, mysterious, Treasure.
That fills one with a deep, unspoken Pleasure.
Coming to surface what cannot be Measured.
Am I empty or full?
It is something so unknown.
The emptiness consumes.
The fullness blinds.
The pain is stripping my soul inside.
The feelings are burning so high, but why?
Is it love or fate?
I cannot contemplate.
So vast and high are the feelings I cannot hide.
They burst from within like the sunrise on the tide
Or the moon's bright shadow deep at night.
Beautiful yet daunting
What may surprise
What lies before my tear spent eyes.
Something awaits my adventurous mind,
Undreamed, Unheard
From the ears of the wise.
Soon it comes
Just as a wave crashes from behind,
Unseen, Unreal
For no one know what truly lies.
That's what makes it a surprise,
A Treasure, A Pleasure
That will soon arrive.
~Madison Bateman
This poem can mean a lot of things to you, it just depends on what you are going through. You could see it as relating to Love, Life, or even Death. This is a good poem to ponder on...
