
Painting by Peter Paul Rubens [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
High upon a mountain
my heart waits for you
chained to a rock
like Faye awaiting Kong
Then they come
picking and rending
pieces of my heart
They fly away
like vultures
with bits of Promethean liver
hanging from their mouths
I endure
For how can I not?
Like a modern day Prometheus
my heart heals
awaiting the one
who will break the chain
