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
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narrowly missing my heart
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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
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they are too fast, too frequent
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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
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what once gave me strength now tries to erase me
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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