DAMNED DAYS OF DIRE DECLINE
pain enfolds
embeds in agony
we can not think
we can not act
we are frozen
in hours idle
locked in cycles
of nameless ache
all our plans
are scuttled here
all intents
are broken down
nothing functions
as it should
nothing serves
to betterment
there are rooms
inside of rooms
and boxes inside
of this enclosure
and we are held there
and can not find exit
can not see the way
we are set within
these days are poison
all aspects seek to kill
what's real within the self
what's true within our world
the outer madness presses in
and grinds away at our defense
we grow so weary of the fight
so beaten by the battle
so many needs
we can not sort
or prioritize
we are stuck between
a dead and soulless world
and one that can't survive
the ravages of the other
no matter how we strive
- Brendan Tripp
07/13/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp