Sisyphus - my Friend, my Foe ©

Poem by CiCi

Brother,

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Kin from loins familiar

Beneath the heavens

Upon this ground

Stand I witness to your plight

Naught a wit are we dissimilar

Taking gulps from this rancid air

Knowing well, this could be the night

Last among, least no less

The time at last we find our rest

I’ve rolled this rock back

Up this hill

A thousand times it’s crushed me still