Shalom Freedman

Gold Star - 30,642 Points (Troy New York)

Ancient Sisyphus - Poem by Shalom Freedman

All these poems
And all these fears
And what difference will it make anyway in the end?

I cannot lift the rock anymore
I just can't lift it

It is rolling down
And it's gone
And I am standing empty- handed alone
In the middle between the bottom of everything
And the beginning of nothing

Topic(s) of this poem: Aging

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 9, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 10, 2014

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