THE LIGHT THAT'S NEVER HERE
darkness inherited
weaves amid
the darkness achieved
in surviving
years of anguish,
cycles of defeat,
dread horrors of destruction
and the desecration of our dreams
we swim through the echoes of pain,
both ours and others',
both ancient and new-formed;
sucked into whirlpools of fear
that nothing can change
because it never does,
that light does not exist
because it's never here
this resonance now
shows us one thing only,
that we are not alone
in our dysphoric rage,
our screaming at a world
too dull, too stupid,
too far away from sight
to be our home
this zone of torture
has many denizens
some like us, the targets
of an insane mundane race,
they too endure the blasts
of hateful crushing day
and seek for an existence
beyond the nightmare sphere
but this world is all one chain,
a wide-set snare
to obliterate the wakened;
those other voices
all have died, silenced
by their own hand
or by the world's
ever vicious grasp
- Brendan Tripp
07/13/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp