DanFC
Well-known member
Wrote this when I was feeling particularly defeated. Maybe I wrote this so I can relate, but I think I wrote it so I could look up.
An Absurd Hero
He is unforgiven, forever trapped within.
His existence is eternal, tragedy without end.
Chains wrap his battered wrists and twisted ankles
And his skin is a wheezing crust of filth.
Sisyphus heaves his troubles to a livid sun,
Endlessly in agony for the last shove.
As the brute groans towards the summit
And his torn hair trembles with regret,
The cruelest of poisons
Infects his morbid thoughts.
It says Zeus cannot do this!
Not forever, not this long.
He will praise your artful craft,
For an eternal should fathom you!
And if the almighty is proud,
He will absolve, in knowing of immortal pain!
He must, he must, he must.
But better yet
Prove your might,
Let the boulder fall,
And tower above the gods!
But Sisyphus shakes his shaved head,
And with one earthly shout,
Heaves the boulder to the peak.
Pity the poor tortured creature,
For again, the boulder staggers
And again, the boulder falls back,
And all of Tartarus shudders.
The mortal’s eyes deaden, his mouth stands agape,
His meager muscles slack
As infernal despair clenches his bare skeleton.
But only for a second.
He treads back down at a steady pace
And begins again, resolve renewed,
A hero without end.
An Absurd Hero
He is unforgiven, forever trapped within.
His existence is eternal, tragedy without end.
Chains wrap his battered wrists and twisted ankles
And his skin is a wheezing crust of filth.
Sisyphus heaves his troubles to a livid sun,
Endlessly in agony for the last shove.
As the brute groans towards the summit
And his torn hair trembles with regret,
The cruelest of poisons
Infects his morbid thoughts.
It says Zeus cannot do this!
Not forever, not this long.
He will praise your artful craft,
For an eternal should fathom you!
And if the almighty is proud,
He will absolve, in knowing of immortal pain!
He must, he must, he must.
But better yet
Prove your might,
Let the boulder fall,
And tower above the gods!
But Sisyphus shakes his shaved head,
And with one earthly shout,
Heaves the boulder to the peak.
Pity the poor tortured creature,
For again, the boulder staggers
And again, the boulder falls back,
And all of Tartarus shudders.
The mortal’s eyes deaden, his mouth stands agape,
His meager muscles slack
As infernal despair clenches his bare skeleton.
But only for a second.
He treads back down at a steady pace
And begins again, resolve renewed,
A hero without end.