Sisyphus

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By 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.

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June 14, 2013 03:37Ale

I learned about Sisyphus in my reading class this year. Nice poem.