Sisyphus Rock
Under rolling rock of Sisyphus
The heart's already thousand pieces
Ground to dust
Of sharp glass snow
That cuts
If I should breathe your memory
In this cold hard season of the soul
A never-ending ending
To a once beginning
Were hubris and deception
In myopic vision
Just a touch of blear
Till accident or circumstance
On slippery road
Cracked the shield to wind.
A thousand pieces fell
Enough.
No.
Why I?
To shoulder
Relentless burden of your sins.
©Grapher Jan 2013s
