Oh, lookie there ... how apropos!
MIASMAS OF STRESS
lost within spirals
of undefined stress
we fall before
the pressure blast
and are crushed beneath
the massive weight
of too much demand
and uncaring blindness
we grow so weak now
every blow drains us
each new battle breaks
something untouched within
there is no chance
to recuperate or rest
there is no time
to heal from these assaults
all our tasks fragment
into endless lists
each item looms huge
a mountain in itself
and each of these align
with all the rest
to form a chain of challenge
which we aren't set to meet
some times we can not breathe
as to draw a breath
would pull inside
the miasma of stress
which clings around us
sometimes we would shut our eyes
and hope to never open them
upon this world again
once we woke up
from a drifting dream
and found ourselves enmeshed
within this nightmare
so must we hope
to wake anew
and find this horrid state
a fantasm which will pass
- Brendan Tripp
07/20/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp