The Last Stanza

The Path Uphill

by Prajwol Thapa 09 October 2009

This stony path I have toiled for ages,
Happiness I have forgotten to the shadows of time.
I know this futile work is eternal and so my heart rages,
But still I toil like the monotonous music of a wind-chime.
 
Now the memories of my free roaming are distant,
This lifeless rock is now my best friend.
My task is futile and I have no time to lament,
But the path downhill is the moment that I most dread.
 
This small space of time in the vastness of eternity,
When the vision of my misdeeds flashes before me.
Agonizes my heart and weakens my soul within this hardened body,
For this small drop of time allows my mind to dwell free.
 
But now the approaching summit demands my attention,
And so I accept this condemned fate as my own.

 

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