REALMS OF DOUBT AND DARKNESS
into realms
of doubt and darkness,
into zones
fell inbetween,
there is no base,
no sense of being,
only pain
and this malaise
we are abandoned
amid the flow
of daily tumult;
all our wishes,
all our cares
are pushed aside,
not mattering
to the pressing mob
what we've trusted
has come to fail us,
our reliance
a bitter jest
which bleeds us dry
and mocks the husk
now discarded
in the rush
so many sources
to our aching
the heart, the head,
these blades and blows;
so few the forms
which bring us solace,
so rare the moments
when we'd find peace
here beaten down
to some submission,
we've nothing left
to craft a day
or form the future
from these scraps
these fragments left
from our decay
- Brendan Tripp
09/27/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp