Lost Treasures

One of two poems I wrote about how I feel like my youth is fleeting before me.

The sound of footsteps echoe in my ears
I'm suddenly plagued with tears
I try to melt away all my fears

Slowly my feelings start to slip
Holes in my heart begin to rip
Reality I just can't grip

My mind begins to wander and rome
as I sit here like a drone
My how time has flown

What once was gold
Has now become old
Lost treasures sold