WHEN VISIONS SAY WE DIE
so much
so wrong
so often
so predictable
no wonder
this fear engulfs us
no wonder
we dread unknowns
sleepless visions
haunt our days
of agonies
we've suffered
as though a promise
of more pain
awaiting us
in coming hours
will even these
few words be read
when caked in blood
or burned by petrol?
who will know
to take this from
the charred remains
the mangled body
all I see are tubes
tubes for breathing
tubes for pee
tubes for feeding
tubes for blood
tubes for numbing
a pain which will not end
not in this life
is this how it ends,
the empty gesture
of a broken dream,
a mission of salvage
to grasp at shattered hope
only to enter
a trap of bitter fate
a final cruel deceit?
- Brendan Tripp
03/19/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp