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Aug 2021
I roll my boulder up the hill
Heavy, rough and menacing
I push it slowly, it makes me ill
Eventually, it will roll down again

My feet are raw and my hands numb
It knows I will succumb
To the force that bears down
Yearning for the bottom

When I start like before
The burden is heavier again
So I sing a song too loud
To drown the crushing, crushing sound
© Johan Nel 2021.08.16
Written by
Johan Nel  33/M/South Africa
(33/M/South Africa)   
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