Sisyphus

At the bottom again,
restart,
no game over, no finish.


Terrified of existing,
or rather of this clumsy existence.


Is this all I was made for?
So close, three more steps, one foot, a second--


Crash.
Impossible to breathe.
Rock pinioning me.


Verge of giving up.
But I cannot.


I hope, no--
I believe that this cannot be it.


This cannot be all of my existence.
There is more, and I will keep on trying.


Cheers,

Hammeh