Naiive Prometheus

Everyday the world holds hope
and everyday that hope is shattered

Optimistic about the world's
system
people and their
      morals
      empathy
      humanitarianism

But each day, I wake up

Strapped to the rock
     my naiveté is eaten from my heart
     with teeth from the true face of the world

The light stolen, everyday anew
innocence grown only to be devoured