IN FEVERED FROZEN DREAMS
placed apart
chained by need
harried into corners
without means of escape
lost in a swirl of worry
vertiginous confusion
which grips each day
taints each hour
unable to reach
across that plane
bound in by walls
in strange surround
we can not shift
we can not grow
we can not break
this ice enclosing
this limbo dulls
this grey zone slows
losing focus
blurring lines
all things turn hazy
undefined
leaving all adrift
without direction
the power of delusion swells
and overtakes intent
we can not plan
for nothing's real
who can pick apart
the dreams of day
from the dreams of sleep
to act with purpose?
only terror
now tastes real
only destruction
has a basis
the world's a nightmare
in our coma state
which has no waking
nor hope of dawn
- Brendan Tripp
01/11/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
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