BENEATH THE RUINED KEEP OF DREAMS
1
what lies broken
in destruction's wake?
all things of significance,
all that we value;
day by day
frustration mounts
as hope corrodes
and strength decays
2
within the world
we are still apart,
our experience virtual,
our contact not real;
the only authenticity
arrives as pain,
asserts as pressure,
manifests as hate
3
these few good things,
these gems we cherish,
are always placed at risk;
we have no means
to shelter them,
no way to buffer
out that world
so hostile and insane
4
all our defenses fail
before this barrage,
blow by blow we suffer
damage that won't heal;
yet they press on, relentless,
not satisfied to beat us,
they seek obliteration
of our spirit, soul, and will
5
no line extending,
no path to free,
these are the doldrums
of chain and doom;
we are captive,
locked within a cage,
within a cell, within a dungeon,
beneath the ruined keep of dreams
- Brendan Tripp
06/11/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
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