Word Play

It seems the harder I try
the harder it gets.

Is that possible?

In terms of gravity, it all makes sense.
Push that rock up old Sisyphus’ hill.

The more I care, the worse I feel

The more I love, the worse the pain
The more I cry, the worse the ache
The more I see, the worse the rain

But try I will, just keep trying today
Tomorrow promises a better way
And every hurdle remains behind
Onward, I’ll try the peace to find

Those who want redemption seek and find
The other third strive to stop the climb
I’ll try again to reach the peak.
I’ll try again however meek.