BLOOMING OUT OF LIFE
1
the voices haunting
are so often the same,
we can not escape
their traces through us,
nor can we place
them in a context
which is of us
or in this line
2
we lose the reins
and watch in horror
as the beasts run wild,
tearing through a landscape
all shattered and sharp;
jolt after jolt
threatens our demise
hard upon the stone
3
patterns can't maintain
their painted surface,
deeper currents pull,
and the winds of storms
raise a chopping flow;
we tack against these
unable to find a shore
or harbor from the blast
4
too late does realization
arise to illuminate;,
we are shocked
by this blindness,
unsettled by shades
we did not suspect
were cloaking truths
before our very eyes
5
strange insensitivities
have crept within,
what was once broken
appears now to be dead,
what had been damaged
now festers with decay;
we are dying from inside,
blooming out of life
- Brendan Tripp
09/10/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp