The Yearning.

A day passes

It becomes the past

What happens then?

Can be forgotten or hidden

A moment is all it takes

Not to be late

For what it is

Becomes what it was

Sleep Laden Lashes

I was searching through the internet and found this poem. Reading through it, I realized we do feel this way about life sometimes. Especially, when faced with unpleasant situations. So, I thought to share.