DEGRADATION DRAGGING
too many things
go broken here,
we are fragmented
fractured, beaten;
nothing maintains,
nothing preserves
at the focus of abuse
the cross-hairs of destruction
everything so empty,
everything so incomplete,
none of these alignments
press towards release,
none of our dreams
guide along the way,
we are drifting in the void,
set hollow in despair
bled out now,
made unwhole,
what remains
within the shell
which intimates
that life once was?
there's nothing left
except the boundary
all intents
are meaningless,
all efforts
wasted in these days;
we are abandoned here,
cut off,
made exile,
tossed away
our hopes are pointless,
our prayers mocked,
here are only
cycles of degradation
dragging being lower
into viler states
and zones of torment
from which there's no escape
- Brendan Tripp
03/31/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp