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This rock I push atop this hill
I feel it settle well, until
From life’s sweet canopy they spill
This flotsam on my window sill
Again I stress my task undone
The cake unbaked, the weave un-spun
Each furnish questions, what’s begun
As night must fall and swallow sun?
They wait you out until you leave
From life’s dark patterns no reprieve
You wore your heart there on your sleeve
None to remember, none to grieve
Each time I try, bleak faith withstands
This god that’s laughing at my plans
What one may open, another bans
Mere mercy slipping through my hands
Each day the journey starts anew
Forgetting what I’ve waded through
You are not me, and I’m not you
These things we pray, these things we do
This rock I push here every day
As mountains crumble, seas give way
A burning firmament on display
Where nothing matters anyway
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
For mindlovemisery’s prompt at: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/05/18/prompt-56-indescribable-frustration/
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I think you nailed it very well Helen, plenty of frustration in your words.
Thanks Michael!! 🙂
Thoroughly enjoyed Helen, thank you, your frustrations and discontent felt.
Thanks so much!! 🙂
Amazing rhythm and so well written! A true pleasure to read!
Thank you, that is so kind!! 🙂 🙂
Hate when I have a Sisyphus moment. The poem really made the frustration clear. That last line was great.
Thanks so much Charles! 🙂 🙂
Reminds me of the old saying “I have met the enemy and he are us.” Nice job.
Yes, very much so, thanks John!! 🙂 🙂
Exceptional Helen you sucked me in with those opening lines and that 4th stanza absolute genius, powerfully and undeniably conveyed
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
I truly feel it. Sometimes I have wondered if I am hated by the Deities and this is why I have had to struggle so.
Yes, it can really feel that way sometimes, can’t it! Thank you! 🙂
Loved this. Sublime.
Thanks so much!! 🙂