Sysiphus Poem by Ripper Jones

Sentenced to infinite hell
he rolls the rock up
and it slips down again
and the same awaits him
he is confronted by helplessness

every step he takes
reminds him of the pain
he must bear for all time
it is a living death
it is eternal death

he contemplates which is the worst
eternal life or eternal death
this he ponders in melancholia's realm
but only for an instant
a time he does not want

but the act of pushing the weight
requires concentration
each muscle must be fixed
no time to think of predicament
no time to dwell on sorrow

life is like a slight incline
that reaches to eternity
you keep on walking forever
and the pain increases so
as you reach the never-end.