Half The Year Gone Poem by Jay Sarma

Half the year gone,
looking to fill an eternal void.

The void, that seperates us,
that bounds us, limits us,
to a particular physical,
and psychological,
geographical area.

The void, half wouldn't fill,
other half not letting to.

The norms, generations of,
broken, shattered, uncycled,
for a global representation.

The void, that seperates us,
from expanding minds beyond
language & artistic barriers,
and barriers of gateway
from the people, in the top,
the temporary, null top.

The slow growth, that one should envy,
the faster ones preferred for,
acceptance,
that replaces, sheds off for
another viral entity.

But the slow growth,
stuck withupon me,
and only multiplied,
resulting in a community,
as amazing, as you.

The void, that most not
dares to touch,
the void, that we try and fill.
An effort, with an everyday hope,
to make the void null,
and to make both global,
and local acceptance,
a reality.

Half the year gone,
looking to fill an eternal void,
with no regrets.