May 12, 2010

A sonnet to express both joy and sadness at the twists and turns of life.

Sisyphus' Dream

That boulder never ceases haunting me;

I know it's every dimple and break,

And can feel the ground thunderously shake,

As it comes to conclusion at my feet.

At times it was the hill, my enemy,

So that moving it was what it would take

To conclude this inexhaustible ache

And get my reward of eternity.

Moving those smaller stones was agony,

Proved pointless for recognition's sake

Or showing Zeus that he made a mistake,

As my repute remained for history.

I take my punishment, admit my plight,

Gladly, in exchange to sleep through the night.