Brittle
Written by: jlew1973
I couldn't sleep; it's almost 2 am. This poem is the birth of an unquiet mind. Feel free to analyze, criticize, dissect, or whatever. Comments and suggestions are welcomed. I experimented with capitalization, some rhyme (maybe technically half rhyme, which I don't particularly like), and a little unintended alliteration. This was rather spontaneous, so it lacks polish. But I hope my feelings are apparent.
