DEFLECTING PITY'S HAND
1
all lost words,
the stuff of dreams
slipped through the mind
and into void;
we can't corral
the errant phrase
or re-attain
the missing line
2
so dark, so dire,
so hopeless now;
none can see
the panic here,
no one cares
about our pain
or the horror
coming down
3
battling the dark
to not succumb
to the siren song
of endless sleep;
we are so broken,
we can not heal,
but neither can
we opt to leave
4
an insane world
so foreign, vile,
it seems so seamless,
without a gap
that we could use
to slip away
to sanctuaries
beyond this frame
5
we see again
beyond the mirror
to the destruction
which bides within;
no blessing this,
the cloak of wholeness,
which deflects mercy
and pity's hand
- Brendan Tripp
09/23/2003
Copyright © 2003 by Brendan Tripp
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IN IDIOT DREAMS
the emptiness looms,
its maw draws in
all aspects of life,
bleeding purpose,
draining color,
swallowing days,
smearing recall
until meaning is gone
still we struggle,
seeking ways to float
above this surface,
but we have nothing
on which to stand,
no strength left
with which to fight
against descent
panic grips us
as darkness folds
all the edges;
nothing remains of light,
nothing remains of hope,
nothing remains of being
beyond this nightmare,
this vile decay
like quicksand traps,
every action made
only seems to sink
us deeper into doom;
all reaching out
simply fragments
the focus we once had
into broken bits
pointless striving
and idiot dreams,
these are all that's left,
the only way to fill
the useless hours
separating death
from this tormented living
this pain and despair
- Brendan Tripp
09/29/2003
Copyright © 2003 by Brendan Tripp
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