NO HOPE TO ARISE
broken pieces
shattered zone
we exist
in fragments, shards,
scattered bits
strewn through wastelands;
unable to renew,
unable to be whole
in this darkness
madness waits,
every slip,
every slight
may trigger rage
or start the downflow
of depression's mass
in suffocating waves
unyielding nightmares'
endless cycles,
we are trapped
within a spiral
of doomed descent,
no releasing,
no escape,
and no hope to arise
what is real here?
what exists
beyond the facade,
the fleeting glimpse?
what has substance
beneath the form,
or essence
behind appearance?
so few touchstones,
and faint the grid;
who can align
in space like this?
who could track
distorted time
to make a plan
or chart their course?
- Brendan Tripp
08/09/2006
Copyright © 2006 by Brendan Tripp
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As noted above, I'm still messing around with this, and am still not 100% happy with it (I've got queries in at both WebLogImages and LiveJournals to clarify some of the "how come this isn't working the way I want it to?" questions), but at least you for the first time ever (assuming that you're not in posession of one of the rare "reading tapes" I made back in the 80's) can hear me croaking out one of my depressoid screeds!