BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,

Twelve of Twelve

Oh well ... here's the last one ... of course NOW I'm in a pure shitty mood instead of feeling any accomplishment/relief at getting this done. That's how my fucking life goes ... there is NOTHING which counts for ANYTHING that I do, and there is NOTHING that I "achieve" that isn't IMMEDIATELY fucked with so that I feel like a piece of crap. Needless to say ... more poems to follow!

Oh, lookie there ... how apropos!

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                    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

                    Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp

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