The Answer is Forgotten

This poem is about how an answer could've been answered, but instead was forgotten.

Becoming one with my
feelings it feels as though
my pain, wants, needs,
and fears become
one.

What will become
of these feelings?
Should they pass and
go away or shall
they become something
to be remembered?

As time goes by I
begin to ponder
which should happen,
but before the answer
is told, all is forgotten
and left
for another
time when the
answer should be told.