Sisyphus and Prometheus

I strain to move
the boulder
up
as is my punishment

As I reach the crest
it must
be
released

I meld into
another being

Lay down

I spread my limbs
I am bound
The eagle comes to me
My heart is the offering
for penance

A realization has made itself known to me

I have not escaped
as I believed I would
when I grew to be
as big as
they
were

They are here
inside of me
Feeding off my heart
Forcing me to let go
of the boulder

I cannot hide
anywhere

I am engulfed
in their residual
essences

They consume
who
I could have been

Leaving behind
only
the whisper
of my potential
for me to spread thing

'Tis woefully inadequate

My anguish feeds
the Parasite

Anger
Fear
Hate
Rage
Betrayal

These I have known
intimately

Love
Trust
Joy
Happiness

These seem to slip through
my fingers

In spite of my grasping

Internalization of foreign
concepts

Integration of simple
states of being

The crux of my delemma

Therein lays the crest of
my hill

The freedom from

My Bondage