Brick Quilts

Hello world. The following was written in 1996 and shared it online for the first time in 11/03/2013.

The things that flash through my mind as I reread some of the poems I have written is an eye opener to say the least.

Brick Quilts

Without reason, without rhyme.
You feel the edges of your mind.
Giving way relentlessly to eternal insanity.
Like the stitches of a quilt.
You see the walls you have built.
Falling down bit by bit.
The cutting scissors snip by snip.
Losing touch with reality.
Fighting depressions misery.
You find the strength to…