IMPLODING WRATH
how dark this pit,
how vile this chaos;
the mundane madness
never ceases to amaze,
just when they have us
beaten, battered,
fresh fires erupt
to cast us to new depths
did we not feel
enough pain, enough anguish
before this strike?
did we not have
enough wounds
to make us broken,
useless, without will;
why hit us any more?
this onslaught is
so vast, so horrid,
that I can find
no way to fight;
how might one block
tsunami blasts
when damaged, crippled,
and driven down?
no, I can barely
muster rage here,
I am shocked, blind-sided,
stunned into void;
I burn with hatred
but cannot act,
there are no vectors,
just imploding wrath
the sickness spreads within,
the ache for death,
the yearning to release
from this human world
so full of evil
and pointless darkness
crushing out the light
and those who see it
- Brendan Tripp
06/16/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
