Chasms spread easily.
It only takes a second,
A blink,
And the earth yawns up before whoever had made it.
Perhaps they look at their chasms with regret,
Their voices sorrowful and muffled.
Or they are prideful,
Thinking they have done a great deed,
But when really they are shattering themselves.
Sometimes chasms form quietly.
They spread like crackling poison,
Starting small and growing.
Sometimes I fear,
There are chasms within us all,
And we will never be able to cross them.