Missing

Blessed it is to feel,

To cry in tears

To smile and laugh

And to grip tightly on

Passion.

Yet it is sombre,

As days pass with

Gloom and greys.

Even when the world

Shines for you.

To only catch a glimmer

Of the flame.

A hint of the craze

Of wants, of needs,

Of passion.

And not know the reason

Behind the empty days,

The rainy days.

The ones that

You so desperately

Want to feel something,

Yet nothing.

Why do days feel like these often?

~S.H~