Sisyphean Gravity
Sisyphean gravity—
A pall upon the soul,
This never-ending travesty consumes the spirit whole.
Sound the bells of doom I say!
The heaven renders night!
Saints cannot redeem the day,
Or wrest this sorry plight.
Aye, the heaviness is grave,
The legs as concrete are!
Toiling as a mournful slave,
Upon our sunken star.
Bound and gagged and hopeless weak,
The chains of time as lead,
Catatonic, loathe to speak,
I am the waking dead…
ADL
adamdaniel 