DEMOLISHED, CAST AWAY
this abyss
is so unyielding
we plummet
through its depths
no soundings
of a bottom
no sense of when
we'll be released
days curdle
and corrupt
we can build nothing
within them
we can find nothing
which would free
no pathway
for escape
all directions
bear darkness
all options
stink of death
we are dragged down
into damnation
we are hurtled
towards decay
there is anguish
there is doubt
there is pain
in every waking moment
and in our sleep
a sickness
which oozes and intrudes
with 24-hour nightmares
no dreams we have
which are not destroyed
no hopes remain
without the mark
of mundane boots
no prayers hold
within the heart
so oft rejected
- Brendan Tripp
11/26/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp