Anyway, had to get a poem done yesterday since it was such a cool date ... 01/01/01 ... but it's pretty on target on the shitty place I'm in these days. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!
HOPELESS STARTS AGAIN
almost for real
yet never quite
we are placed in illusion
strung within lies
a bitterness forms
from dealing with veils
these phantoms and mists'
illusive facades
how much rage,
how much loathing,
must come to bear
within these days?
I am awash
in dread and hatred
drowning in
this dire despair
we're set apart
as on an island
no clear paths
lead off from here
all vectors seem
to point to chaos
all headings mark
the killing days
despite the glimpse
of better vision
we can not hold
on to that state
despite the ache
for evolution
the will's too weak
to spark the drive
how to venture?
where to turn?
all things lie broken
all systems failed
we have nothing
left for building
just broken bits
held up with tape
- Brendan Tripp
01/01/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
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