At The Seams

-At The Seams-
by
Keaton Foster



I am made of pieces
Jammed together
From other creatures
Crudely sown
Lacking my own soul
At the seams
My true pain explodes
All that is those
Who make up my whole
Are trying to rip free
Escapism they scream
They want nothing to do with
Who it is we have become
Tearing, blaring
Vehemently declaring
They will stop at nothing
Until they are free of me
They want to have not part
Of something so hideous
Something so incredulous
They want to be separated
Forcefully ripped apart if need be
Even if such freedom through separation
Comes at the price of all that is to be
To them their lives mean nothing
To me they mean everything
I am the sum of the equation
Without them I would not be
This life, made from their pieces
Crudely sown together
By some unknown master
Must continue on as it has
I must resist their ripping and tearing
At the seams, that make up
The completeness of my being
Each cross over thread must endure
Each double stitched path must hold
There can be no failures
No unraveled patterns
Or weakened knots
Together we must remain
The pain is great, ever increasing
Constantly ripping and tearing
I must fight separation
By standing for completeness
By standing for everything
That holds us together
I am made of pieces
Jammed together
From other creatures
Crudely sown
Lacking my own soul
At the seams
My true pain explodes
I must resist
Saving myself and them
From certain non-existence…



At The Seams
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.