The Craftsman

Written in June 2004

Spots of blue
splotches of realism
scratches on the perfectly crafted
pieces of me

Little shards of glass
enter through the hole in my mind
that I allowed to remain
unfilled

Holes in the tapestry
of my being
lets the darkness seep
where insulation is lacking

"Fill them with plaster",
I say
Just make them go
Away

The damp draught is
Numbing through my patchwork quilt
And I still sit in the dark
Waiting

But I am the craftsman.

Reviews

[Wunderlich]

Wow, I really like this one. Especially the ending. That last line is definitely a great closer. This is very well written, nice job.