Interminable

Day or night makes no difference
only indifference to the path I walk
passing through both time
and time again long ago
having lost the compass
pointing to providence
escape from here is impossible
dawn to dusk
wrapped in endless loop
resembling a hangman’s noose
only awaiting my acquiescence
how many time’s must I
like Sysyphus put shoulder to stone
toil to push this load up hill
despite my weariness
and it’s weight
only to have it roll back down
when nearly at the top
rock and spirit reach nadir
a rope to hold my tired head
seems welcome