Analogy

Prometheus aches with pain as the scavenger feeds off his liver.

After sometime the liver grows back, only to be eaten off again.

It grows and grows and grows everyday only to be destroyed in the end.

But even after suffering everyday,

He didn't regret his actions as they were borne out of pure emotions,

But was it worth the pain? 

Everyday hope is born at dawn only to be destroyed as dusk arrives.

Is this vicious cycle worth the pain or unlike Prometheus I've regrets?

I sit here accompanied by ambiguity.

The time of dusk passed long ago and dawn will arrive soon.

Tomorrow is another day and I hope the liver will grow back,

This time not to be eaten away.