Sisyphus

Life is but a tapestry
Of jumbled memories
An incoherent collage
Of the bits and pieces of shattered dreams,
Broken hearts;
Glued together
With the sweat of futility
And tears of regret.

Standing at the foot of Sisyphus’ hill
I look up that treacherous incline
And think how many thousand times
I’ve climbed up that shoulder
With this massive burden slung on mine
But every time its back I scale
The wind whips up a mighty gale
Blows cold and blows colder
Upon this cold boulder
And down it goes tumbling again…

My conscience weighs like boulders,
Like an anvil, on my shoulders…..
Memories of rights and wrongs
Are at it hammer and tongs
It’s hope that keeps us going
Around us a gale is blowing
When finally we reach the crown
Set down our burden, wipe our brow,
It’s fate that blows it right back down…

The stars beckon, deceiving us
We trudge on with iron will;
Life is the Hill,
And we are Sisyphus.

Reviews

[Nautili]

I really liked this....it captures the burdens of this life so well. I wrote a sisyphus poem a few years back as well....I will post it sometime . Yours is much more personal and heartfelt than mine....I could feel your weariness but determination to go on. Good work!