MYTHOS
12/11/2023
I am as Sisyphus
Tired in eternity..
While this rock of millions
Weighs me down.
A curse of my own making,
a chain fashioned from my own faults
Yet,
So unlike the tyrant of old,
Have I borne the cost
Urging me up that hill
'til I reach the pinnacle once and more.
Almost...I am but inches away
The sweat,
The tears,
The pain,
The fears...
Disappear!
For a moment..
'til I find I cannot breathe!
Somehow..
I am at the start again..
And I feel my lungs wheeze,
As the pain crushes..
Crushes my chest from the weight of expectations..
It sits full upon me
The whimper of destitution sounds from deep
And tears stain what pride is left.
I realize there is naught
But the laughter of bone-filled cowl
Pointing finger in derision
..and beckoning.
So I rise
Once again
To do the task appointed..
I am my own
And none can heed me..
So I begin..
Again...
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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Love these lines! They come from the earthly shrine. "a chain fashioned from my own faults" "So I begin.. Again..." Aren't we all? End and start over? Despite the tears, pain, fears and derision from the outside.
This was so intense and poignant. Loved your poem!