CRUSHED OUT OF BEING
where is there
a difference?
how might we reach
across the abyss
to engage the outer world
anonymously,
not in conflict,
not in pain?
too many open wounds
are salted by the touch
of an outer frame
whose single purpose seems
to be our destruction;
how can we desensitize
all of our agonies
to be out there again?
driven into darkness
not our own
we lose control here,
we can not function,
the most basic states
roiled and buffeted,
we stumble stunned
from day to day
broken systems
unexplained
and fragmented mind
aching to be whole;
there's no repairing
any of this,
no place of solace,
of unity
deep within
we are too damaged,
the amassed weight
of bitter years
drags us down
below horizons,
crushing us
out of being
- Brendan Tripp
04/18/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp