Tearing around edges,
Ripping the seems apart,
Unthreading the sweat and pain put into it.
Wanting to hide the truth,
Wondering why one can feel so much anger,
When in truth when in person all you feel is love.
Time is lost in worry,
The heart is over taken by the unpurified self.
Falling at the seems losing its touch,
Rips, droping the loose threads.
Falling from the high clouds that took so long to reach.
Shawnee Gonzalez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seems-4/
