Hell is here And here And everywhere you don't want it to be You cut to the part of the play where we see Rome burning YOU: Sisyphus! Here is your rock! ME: Thanks, I thought I lost it!
I hit pause. Up I go and down I come a Merry-go-round that throws up red water Free as a stallion Free as a show pony
Running running running—
You pull me back into the auditorium With a thought unheard in an unclean Chalice I can't help but drink from Water from my head filling the crevices that are Hidden deep Deeper Deepest and— Cue the [crash]! and [burn]! (Ha! Get it! You’re burning in hell!)
That’s all this is, isn’t it? A carefully scripted (comedy) tragedy by a (God) Devil. I read the script again. You’re drowning in the fire of your sins "Condemned by the Father you once loved Like an unfulfilled prayer Gathering dust in hell." I throw it in the fire.
Running running running.
some background to perhaps understand the poem: so i made the mistake of reading Fear and Trembling by kierkegaard and went through an existential crisis. kierkegaard basically argues that all that we do in life—all our hobbies, exercises, day-to-day activities—are simply things we use to ignore and keep us ignorant from the fact that life ultimately has no meaning from an individual standpoint. nothing matters. This isnt a new idea that i didnt know about before or anything but idk reading his work just shook me. and so i made this poem alkdsjfh so uh yeah aslkdjf just a small background