Well ... it will give you all something to look forward to!
POINTLESS ITERATION STEPPING
illness, emptiness
all things drain
to pits of despair
zones of discomfort
too many systems fail
as too much pain
enfolds the form
with reminders of decay
nothing's left
as aim or goal
just the hollowness
of a burgled tomb
where every dream is stolen
and every hope destroyed
and all our prayers
chiseled from the stone
no rest by night
no growth in day
we tumble through cycles
of pointless iteration
stepping through motions
as dead as the rites
of that sleeping beast
and all its minions
the battles rage around us now
yet we drift on automatic
wondering what matters
of that world outside
which only touches us
with its killing blades
of fate and function
pressure and demand
we have no allies here
all take part in minor roles
within the mundane mass
those who'd see and understand
cast us off, reacting
to the form of their own cage
unable to alleve the pressure
or aid us in escape
- Brendan Tripp
07/30/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp