When deepest love abandons you,
Betrays you in deepest consequence
What is left for you then?
Nothing...
Just this pitiful shell of a body
Wallowing in self-loathing and doubt
Tearing jagged lines through my mind.
They rip me apart just to
Stitch me together again.
Piece by piece, branded with scars.
I'll pick at the scabs again,
Bare the wounds
Break the stitches
Deepen the scars
Tear myself apart again...
The cycle continues.
Author notes
The title is a reference to Prometheus, a titan in greek mythology who gave the secret of fire to mankind. Zeus punished him by chaining him to a rock where a vulture would eat his liver each day, and each night the liver would regenerate so it could happen again.
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It is a good poem but the subject is frequently done. Nevertheless, you added a unique touch to it. I like the title and believe it goes well with the poem. I like how you portray it as a cycle. Good job.
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Well whether it's frequently done or not, it's just what I was feeling at the moment. I'd rather give an honest cliche than a manufactured original.
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