It is like being Sisyphus-in-the-rain.
Pushing the boulder:
All its mass
Its weight greater than my own.
Pushing and rolling and pushing
Up the hill, a very tall hill, steep.
If I can get this boulder to the top
I might be rewarded with your love.
A love to keep.
Then you go and put someone else
In your bed.
My grip is lost.
All my efforts to love you fall
Into the valley of your rejection.
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