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POETRY
Trapped
bullets, prometheus, and a quiet wish
Poem by Zoe S
Illustration by Bita S
it feels like i’m being shot
one bullet at a time,
penetrating through me
through my lungs
my stomach
narrowly missing my heart
i can’t stop it,
i can’t escape
i try to dodge the endless shots flying at me
but the blows keep coming from nowhere
each one faster than the first
they are too fast, too frequent
each shot takes a chunk of me with it
the more i endure, the less i become
my once complete self
gradually chipped at and taken away
slowly destroyed amidst the chaos
what once gave me strength now tries to erase me
Prometheus gave humans fire
his punishment was eternal suffering
i gave myself, my sanity
i gave all of me to them
i sacrificed too much
is that why i’m being punished?
let me just disappear
let me escape
please.
let me leave the suffering
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