Awake, Again.

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I am awake. Again.
To roll my boulder.
As high as further.
Only to roll it back down,
To the depth of the cavern.

And sometimes,
I push my boulder,
So far, far away,
It skips a beat in bounce.
Reaching the pit,
In fierce.

And in the middle of the night,
I dig myself out,
From the depths of the pit,
Only to raise myself to the peak,
Up, up on the top.

So, yes. I am awake.
Again.
Raising from the drain.
The exhaustion.
The deep pit.
To raise my boulder higher,
As high as further,
To dig my pit deeper.