ana has had to drop most of the "comp" accounts she'd been giving out to cut down on bandwidth. Bummer. She'd done me the favor of putting me on the comp list a number of months ago due to MY economic crisis, and now she's going through much the same, with the prospect of having to move, get roomates, etc. Heavy sigh. Anyway, in case you hadn't noticed, I had a couple of more poems from the past few days ... one here and one in the previous post. I haven't had any time to get caught up on the http://i.am/btripp poem site ... but maybe once I'm done with this case study I'll be able to at least get the May poems up.
NONE ABLE TO FATHOM
they do not know,
and none of them care,
each side dismissive
of what's within,
none able to fathom
the depth of despair,
the breadth of our anguish,
the heights of this pain
each day brings more,
fresh terror,
new twists on doubt,
unseen forms of rage;
but none can sense
what happens here,
a separate universe
they're unable to see
every function broken now,
every option void;
there are no pathways
leading off
to better futures,
no escape routes
which would point us to
some sanctuary
the walls move closer,
the spikes press in,
we are trapped
in hell-like spaces,
ensnared within
webs of razor wire,
and strange dimensions
from which we're never freed
all is scattered,
all distraught;
we can not amass
the pieces strewn
across this wasteland,
this nightmare plane,
to reassemble
dignity nor deity
- Brendan Tripp
06/04/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp