up the mountain with a tremble,
no plan or gear or hope,
Sisyphus I must resemble,
endless clamber; tedious trope.
no longer; I recall the base,
the grass; the trees; the glades,
as I ascend; with unkept pace,
the path behind me fades.
looming blizzard lingers behind,
(it) taunts blowing in today,
upward; disheveled, lost and blind,
no guides to lead the way.
forced to muster a clumsy strut,
advancing; though I'm weak,
uncertain of journeys end; but,
certain there is no peak.
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 12:13 AM UTC
up the mountain with a tremble,
no plan or gear or hope,
Sisyphus I must resemble,
endless clamber; tedious trope.
no longer; I recall the base,
the grass; the trees; the glades,
as I ascend; with unkept pace,
the path behind me fades.
looming blizzard lingers behind,
(it) taunts blowing in today,
upward; disheveled, lost and blind,
no guides to lead the way.
forced to muster a clumsy strut,
advancing; though I'm weak,
uncertain of journeys end; but,
certain there is no peak.
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