A once empty place <br />A void of dark space and eternal nothing <br />Slowly the rising color <br />The trickle of trivial things, the deluge of mindless thoughts <br />All emotions, great and not so great <br />The tide is coming in <br /> <br />Only as time can release the pain <br />Only days and nights can heal the wounds <br />But now is not the time <br />Today is not the place in which to rest <br />For the day has just begun and so much to take in <br />So much to process, and so much to feel. <br /> <br />If the one can not hold back <br />If that someone can not demand the little things <br />The small victories that compel <br />The bloated sponge <br />With each second it soaks the cold liquid <br />Saturated with the million whys, how comes <br />Till the night of the fading moon <br /> <br />As I look at the patchwork <br />There at the bottom edge, a tear <br />And as all imperfect things it grows <br />The first thought of holding on, grasping the rift <br />But then the reflection <br />On what it would be like to open the gates <br />How the free flow of hate, despair, rage <br /> <br />Like the crack of dawn, the eclipse of night <br />The fresh beginning of day <br />If only it were possible <br />Close up the tear, another day<br /><br />Gary Scott Gebert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tearing-at-the-seams/
