MYTHOS

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...