My latest original five-line poem and it was inspired by this delightful little piece of classical music:
Boulder King
my brain has become a kind of boulder
even Sisyphus would struggle to roll,
but each morning, I mount its stem to
reach a state of consciousness, bracing
for the harsh winds of existing.
Milam's Musings 
I really like this piece, and I’ve used the Sisyphus analogy often in my life. Great word!
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Thank you so much! And same — it’s such a great source of inspiration.
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