NOTHING HERE TO HAVE
the mountain is moved
the sea is drained
the sky is swept
the planets stored away
how come
there is no completion?
how come
there is no sense of worth?it is a trap
without a clue
it is a maze
that has no map
whatever we do
we somehow fail
no matter the height
it's not enoughblackness hovers
darkness touches
cold icy fingers
reach through the chest
they warn of a leaving
that none of these know
they speak of a jolting
from out of this worldit is nighttime
in the nightmare
it is shadowed
in ill dreams
too many trends
move in these lines
and everything points downward
into despair and decayall our good
now rots
all our prayers
are mocked
all our plans
fall down
all our visions
false hope
- Brendan Tripp
Copyright © 1996
