WANDERED TO DESTRUCTION
1
clouds of doubt,
a fog of fear,
every day immerses
into worry;
we can not know,
we can not plan,
we stand on mists
unstable, vague
2
fast forward time,
days and nights and days
flash by untethered
to what we'd want to do,
each new dawn
piles fresh regret
on the mountain of failures
which is this life
3
locked within
the dooming zone,
the point in space
where nothing works,
where no intent
bears desired fruit,
and no path leads
to better lands
4
does the nightmare
ever end?
does the torment
have release?
does the madness
allow escape
from senseless worlds
and crushing days?
5
these gravities entrap,
pulling tighter with a weight,
snapping bones, pulping flesh,
grinding spirit into dread;
there were no charts
which mapped this star,
we've wandered to destruction
without a way to flee
- Brendan Tripp
05/20/2004
Copyright © 2004 by Brendan Tripp
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{Guest Teacher's note: Well, this morning I, as usual, got Daughter #1 over to school for the 9:00 bell, but today was their "Spring Assembly", which started at 9:30, and for which my presence was somewhat demanded. So, I had to figure out what to do with this not-quite-enough-to-go-anywhere-or-do-an
