{Poetry} Kin of Prometheus

Kin of Prometheus

I don't want to die at the edge of the woods
all alone, like an animal.
A criminal.
Watching the getaway cars,
so close yet so far.
The vines are my handcuffs
as all I can do is look up
to a big dark sky
and watch the comets shimmer by.
Singing a sickly sweet symphony
of how great their success ought to be
while I am bound to this ground.
An offspring of Prometheus
with no fire to provide the gluttony of
mankind.

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When it comes to poetry, I'm an amateur at most but my friends seemed to like this one ^^