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Is a boulder wedged Betwixt thy chest Bearing weight Of moving – beyond Dost thou push against The peak of unrest An unmoving Sought to abscond Accursed encumberment – Zeus, come urgent! Trade distant For the fond That feeling lost To pebble tossed, Skipped Across shallow pond Do you even care for Did you ever – more – Stop to think Or consider at all What precipitates – The flood – the rain – Is the same which Prompted the roll For I have no brake So, to break – my fate – Is what remains To break my fall Now all I hope for Is coming – war – To bleed me Dry and dull Passion – passed Regiment – collapsed Atop sword Of your own recruit And yet I stand Hand in hand With fallen Soldiers – resolute For I am leg-bound, Surface-drowned, By pit Of fruitless pursuit A victim still To down-turned hill And resolution Most astute The storm is done But not the burden That drums – A thunderous applause A wound that heals Still yet conceals Heart held Together by gauze Bless me – rid Thine Sisyphus – Of that stone-still Chore you bore Why must I carry What once was merry Now bruised, Shattered and sore?
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Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 5:33 AM UTC
Stone Unturning
Is a boulder wedged Betwixt thy chest Bearing weight Of moving – beyond Dost thou push against The peak of unrest An unmoving Sought to abscond Accursed encumberment – Zeus, come urgent! Trade distant For the fond That feeling lost To pebble tossed, Skipped Across shallow pond Do you even care for Did you ever – more – Stop to think Or consider at all What precipitates – The flood – the rain – Is the same which Prompted the roll For I have no brake So, to break – my fate – Is what remains To break my fall Now all I hope for Is coming – war – To bleed me Dry and dull Passion – passed Regiment – collapsed Atop sword Of your own recruit And yet I stand Hand in hand With fallen Soldiers – resolute For I am leg-bound, Surface-drowned, By pit Of fruitless pursuit A victim still To down-turned hill And resolution Most astute The storm is done But not the burden That drums – A thunderous applause A wound that heals Still yet conceals Heart held Together by gauze Bless me – rid Thine Sisyphus – Of that stone-still Chore you bore Why must I carry What once was merry Now bruised, Shattered and sore?
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FrankCavalo
24/Non-binary/South London
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 5:33 AM UTC
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