I haven't written anything in ages ... I mean, I was writing some back when I was at Chubb (in 2002) and having a "schedule" (I tend to write most when I have predictable "slots" in the day to fill), but it dwindled down to nothing over the past few years. Frankly, I don't have a clue when the last time I spit out a poem was.
Unfortunately, once again, even years later, I seem to be "writing the same poem" ... the same emotional range, the same pallate of words, the same damned sense of total doom. Unfortunately, today I just "had to write", it seems like something "snapped" in me last niight (I had quite a panic over our financial outlook), and suddenly I'm "back in touch" with the part of me that feels nothing but impending catastrophe.
So, for your reading enjoyment ...
OUR EYES, NO REPRIEVE
1
the abyss
appears
we have
no ground
all things
collapse
within
our sight
2
how awakens
this need?
what has broken
to allow,
to demand,
the vision,
the eyes of death,
destruction?
3
panic looms
dread enfolds
all lines spiral
towards the dark
I can not grasp
any form
all in nightmare
all insane
4
falling currents
drag us down,
dimensions dwindle
to a point,
crushed to anguish
to despair
to hopelessness
and utter loss
5
obliteration
of the soul,
full debasing
of the self;
we are damned,
cast to the pit,
locked in worlds
of dire dismay
- Brendan Tripp
04/27/2006
Copyright © 2006 by Brendan Tripp
Oh, yeah ... wasn't that fun.
