FRUSTRATED, IN DEFEAT
to plan is folly
to believe, insane
this is a web of darkness
this is a mesh of lies
we are ensnared
within its sway
unable to function
unable to escape
the stasis drags
within this state
as though embedded
in viscous grey
which cedes no motion
allows no growth
permits no being
within its grasp
these seasons bear decay
each in a different mode
there is no reprieve
there is no release
just unrelenting downward flows
from better states
down to viler,
harder forms
what shock might we convey
upon the sleeping mass
that would awaken some
and change the duller world
into something brighter,
purer, lighter and more fine?
what sudden act of will
could change a whit of this?
it seems all efforts fail
before they even start
each act stands futile
against a world
so hostile to our kind,
and yet without such acts
how can we leave a mark
to show we even tried?
- Brendan Tripp
12/10/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp