The Tragedy of Sisyphus

by Jill Euclide

The tragedy of Sisyphus is not in the

Heaving of the rock up the endless mountain,

Nor is it in the falling, watching it

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Tumble and bounce down rugged terrain.

It is the knowing that it must happen again

And again and again,

For nothing.

Words refuse to rise to my tongue;

Heaviness lodges in dark recesses,

Shifts to my throat, but is too wide,

Too heavy to heave from my belly.

It is the Tragedy-

Watching humanity undo itself,

Watching things aslant that cannot be righted.

Even Sisyphus must have wept.

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Jill Euclide

As a wife and mother of five, Jill Euclide juggles family life while nurturing aspiring writers as a high school English teacher. An avid runner and passionate gardener, Jill finds joy in nurturing plants, words, and souls. Recently, she has rekindled her love for writing, proudly showcasing her work in various publications. With each word, she hopes to sow seeds of inspiration and empathy for fellow sojourners on the journey.