Anybody out there in my little corner of LJ land that's from Montreal? I'm heading up there ("I'm leeeeeaving on a jetplane ...") two weeks from today to go to my cousin's wedding. I'm already practicing new ways to mangle French!
NO POINT TO SURVIVAL
1
too many places of pain
too many points of decay
we are crushed in vices
forever pressurizing day
ground down under masses
unrelenting, unforgiving
driven before storm fronts
of constant brutal attack
2
fog banks of exhaustion
roll over us, dimming
our focus, our presence,
our ability to be
within the moment, here;
we drift beneath
these unexpected sleeps
glad that we don't drive
3
nothing's ever enough
to stem the tide
of vile occurrence
and dire events
all we have defending
are empty dreams, denied,
and pitiful hopes
rodent-like, so basic
4
darkness showers on the plain
no place to avoid immersion
we are beset with doom
and filled with doubt
the torrent runs unyielding
sweeping away all light
all hope for tomorrow
all belief in self
5
we sink to abysses
dark in crushing cold
we have lost everything
of value above
and are dragged down
into these depths
with no prayer for release
and no point to survival
- Brendan Tripp
07/27/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
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