Thursday, November 10, 2011

Sisyphus - my Friend, my Foe ©

Poem by CiCi

Brother,
'Photo credited to coconutheads.com'
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

1 comment:

  1. I can feel all my energy leaving my body as I try to roll the rock back up the hill.

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