I would rest my faith against your breast
but human pace is never still
you’d bear me out into the glass
shattering with smiles and discontent
solitude’s press, its lonely words
–straight like a rock, to malcontent.
The Waking Den
A Home to Creativity.
The Waking Den 
This is strikingly familiar.
Seriously Chris, it’s a line for line response. What’s up with this? Are you mad at me for some reason?
No, no, simply was offering up a poetic counterpoint. It’s not cruelty toward you, or some sort of poetry sneer–it’s observing the same title/topic, I suppose, through different eyes. They just happen to have a darker tint on my end (as things tend to).