Sisyphus, by Stormlucas Subscribe to rss feed for Stormlucas 

         This life.
     It has no meaning.
  What purpose in this toil?
 Seems never-ending, eternal.
Why struggle up Sisyphus' hill?
What end? This futile campaign.
 Weary limbs give, collapse. 
  End the bearer's torment.
    Simply let the boulder 
           Fall.
Posted: 2013-04-11 10:08:04 UTC
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2013-06-14 03:37:50Ale
I learned about Sisyphus in my reading class this year. Nice poem.