But, WAIT! That's Not All! There's a new poem penned over the past 24 hours! ISN'T THAT AMAZING?!
Aside from that, all sorts of real-world depressing crap is going down ... but you don't want to know about it ... better to take it filtered through the poetry lens.
HOW HORRIDLY THESE DAYS UNFOLD
the darkness intrudes
in every aspect
this shadow follows
wherever we may go
whatever we may do
no matter the context
still there is doom
and it stains our soul
no more tomorrows
all future is grey
shaded like graves
walls closer than tombs
we lie in no casket
and yet we decay
putrescence to dust
decline into ash
all our plans
all our hopes
all our dreams
are broken here
all things good
are corrupted
there is no joy unsullied
there is no prayer unmocked
we spiral in descent
wasted and waste
flushed out by a world
which has no use
for those like me
spurned at every hand
with sneers of disgust
or total indifference
our anguish
has no lower limit
these terrors
have no end
there is no waking
from this nightmare
there is no release
from this looming curse
- Brendan Tripp
11/09/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp