Here's the first in a series of blog's where I am going to copy some of the stuff I wrote in my handwritten journals during the long break I took. I'm going to back date all of these entries so that they show up on the day that I originally wrote them. This poem is directly related to "Cornerstone"
"Brittle"A brittle cage you've built for me
Of sticks and knots and sky and sea
Of crippling synchronicity
Of all that you've turned out to be
You smear your heart across your sleeve
Your cradle all that you receive
You smoke and laugh, you scream and grieve
You hold me tight, yet beg to leave
Yous seem constructed of my scars
From old love notes and dates in cars
Retrieving pain I've sealed in jars
With all your talk of life and stars
Your eyes shine neither green nor blue
But dully gaze without a hue
As if you they have seen nothing true
As if you don't know what to do
You put me in your brittle cage
I scrawl your blood upon my page
Compassion, weakness, shock and rage
The players on a well-known stage
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