i feel like the weight of my world
is on my shoulders,
a self-inflicted
Atlas curse.
my actions
are coming back
to knock me down
and crush my resolve.
i'm so close.
so close to getting everything fixed.
and i push the boulder
up the hill as Sisyphus did.
but every time i near the zenith,
i make one small misstep,
and everything slips from my hands,
rolling me flat again.
mere assignments
feel like labours of Hercules,
impossible trials,
with the intent of divine punishment.
if i slay the Hydra,
will i pass english class?
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
i feel like the weight of my world
is on my shoulders,
a self-inflicted
Atlas curse.
my actions
are coming back
to knock me down
and crush my resolve.
i'm so close.
so close to getting everything fixed.
and i push the boulder
up the hill as Sisyphus did.
but every time i near the zenith,
i make one small misstep,
and everything slips from my hands,
rolling me flat again.
mere assignments
feel like labours of Hercules,
impossible trials,
with the intent of divine punishment.
if i slay the Hydra,
will i pass english class?
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