Prometheus

December 29, 2023

What a martyr am I to give,

and receive nothing but punishment

Warmth and light, of which I bestowed,

Bestowed out of my own kind weakness

Martyr and patron saint to the small,

Weak, helpless, light-less man at my feet

Savior to the cold, shaking, mortals

Subconsciously asking for my help

Enhancing your mere existence

Caused my eternal, torture filled, demise

Forever repaid for kindness,

With a violent stabbing and pounding

No one can feel sorry for me now

This was out of my volition,

You did not ask me to intervene

Though, my graciousness should have been thanked

What cruel kind of martyr am I,

To expect you to save me from this

Waiting for a kind savior to

Restore the warmth and light I gave you

About the Contributor

Hailey Lanari, Editor-in-Chief

Hailey Lanari is a senior at Monroe-Woodbury. She is the Editor-in-Chief of The Wire, and it is her third year writing for the publication. Hailey is passionate about journalism, having written for the Mid-Hudson Times and Wallkill Valley Times. She enjoys all things English and literature related. She is largely involved in local politics as a long-term intern for Senator Skoufis, Outreach Chair of the Young Democrats of Orange County, and co-founder of the Monroe and Woodbury High School Democrats. She enjoys teaching and working with the other writers on The Wire.