WHEN NO OPTIONS ARE
too many filters
imposing here
we stare abrupt
at what is already wrong;
in so few days
intents have shattered
and the shadow of failure
already dims the land
no options are
presenting here,
every effort falters
as realities shift
making what was possible
only yesterday
pitiful today
and absurd tomorrow
how to craft a way
through this madness?
we must find a path
in a world which rejects us
where every step
on every road
dissolves as mirage
with floating mocking laughs
the only dreams that bide
are the wildest ones
in the furthest orbits
from the killing real,
the hopes that are not crushed
are the ones which harbor
such violence to the norm
to be capitally seditious
I am left, then,
with only insanity and rage;
I am stranded with no recourse
but to slip to darkness
or light the skies with fire,
I have no resources left
to meet this world upon its terms
nor desire to cede the play
- Brendan Tripp
01/05/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
