Futility

A taut steel cable
Stretched across the void, my grip
Is precarious

Tensions mounting as
The ravaged flesh of fingers
Torn inflexible

My agonized limbs
Like Tantalus in Tartarus
Hung like rotting meat

Rent, worn out, and torn
Separate from their sockets
Elongated pain

The abysmal maw
Opens in the dark, fetid
Breath like sulfur blows

The weight of silence
Crushed like wise old Sisyphus
Pushing up the hill

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