My knee has been KILLING me for two weeks now ... leading me to be exhausted from dealing with the pain ... I got six hours of sleep last night (almost straight through) and it's not hurting this morning! This is VERY nice. I just hate how run-down my body gets when I can't schedule more that 2 hours of sleep.
Anyway, haven't been writing much either ... got this done on Saturday while Daughter #1 was in her swim class ...
HARD THINGS WITHIN HARD DAYS
everything collapsing
down to essential beats
everything dividing
along lines of decay
we are immersed
in pain and lack
and stare at the emptiness
of hollow future days
we fail to hold believing
and believe we only fail,
there is nothing here
which builds for us,
and so many things
which bleed us dry;
all our acts are mocked by worlds
that care nothing for our ways
every time some hopes arise
that we might see newness,
and contexts all our own,
reality slams down on us
in hard demands
without release
and brutal needs
of outer life
the nightmare never varies
the terror never stops
we are born to worlds too strange
too alien to soul,
we are trapped within a race
so blind and mad and vile ...
where the world which holds our kind
where the place of truth and light?
I am ground down,
abraded by these days,
all things within them
too sharp and hard
to allow us to survive,
let alone to thrive;
all purposes unspoken
demanding of our death
- Brendan Tripp
09/08/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp