Laboriously, the ascent began anew.
Trudging along after another disappointment,
another slip
trip, miss
collapse
One day, maybe
it won’t be raining and Sisyphus
can try again,
try
and not do
The insanity is building now
you can see it on his face, in the
bulge
of those
beady eyes
Sweating, slipping, and sliding
back down again, another night gone.
The sun
rises
As do you.
Impressive, ironically, a story
of perseverance and fervor,
just
one
problem
Sysiphus was the name of a spider.
After reading a few of your poems, I love the twist of your words, the surprise turns in your phrasing, and how they make me feel!
Thank you! I wasn’t sure people would like that about my writing, I’m glad you do!