The Boulder
Since I left, you still govern my mind,
like a rogue actor
that dictator who rules
an abandoned stage....
Like Sisyphus, I push you up the hill,
after I contain the essence of you in the boulder.
No punishment was greater than meeting you,
I wait for the moment when the boulder rolls away forever,
only then will the feather of the heart of the naive girl return.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2018
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