Atlas Drugged
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1 min readNov 25, 2015
You feel like Achilles when
Injecting victory; strength
Grows but you diminish, diminish, as
Guilt festers, a vicious cycle.
Up, up the hill, you sweat as Sisyphus,
Lifting us: seven times a boulder carried,
PEDalled, but the rock falls with you, a vicious cycle.
Resurrection each year,
The boulder removed.
Ascent anew, but you sinned, you knew…
A vicious cycle.
Confession.
It was all yellow;
The world that Atlas bore worshipped you,
But your burden was shrugged, nothing won.
One must imagine Sisyphus happy; since
To the victor, the spoils have gone.
