BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,
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Two in a ROW ... wowza!

Yes, I think it has been quite a while since I spewed out two poems back-to-back! Of course "back in the day" when I was writing 250 poems a year, I'd write something most days (about 21 a month), but that was long ago and far away (and everybody would dump me from their F.L.'s if I was posting all that), so this is just what it is ...



                    ECHOES OF DERISION


                    there is no traction
                    as though nothing's real
                    as though we had died
                    and this living nightmare
                    was a pit of hell,
                    a warped illusion
                    where we are damned
                    to humiliation, failure, pain

                    how many mocking fates
                    can befall one soul?
                    how many ventures
                    seem full of promise
                    only to wither, decay,
                    and turn to dust
                    leaving us with nothing
                    but echoes of derision

                    in darkness, hovering doom,
                    we find no way
                    to advance, to escape;
                    everything declines
                    into broken dreams,
                    corrupted visions,
                    with crushing hopelessness
                    and smothering despair

                    must we wait the grave
                    for some releasing,
                    a final emptiness,
                    an ultimate blank
                    to take away this anguish,
                    this self-loathing ache,
                    the shame of all our loss,
                    the dishonor of this life?

                    I see no bright tomorrows,
                    no fresh dawns
                    uncoupled from destruction;
                    there is too much poison
                    tainting these days,
                    too much hatred
                    within the fabric of being
                    to even hope



                             - Brendan Tripp
                                07/08/2006

                    Copyright © 2006 by Brendan Tripp
 
 


Such fun, yes? As Elphaba put it ... "What a world, what a world, what a ...."


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