I'Ll Wait Poem by tharindra galahena

Sad day moves to a sad night like the painful crawl of a wounded animal.

Memories of your smile is a bright light keep me alive like a beacon
of a light house guiding a lonely ship which lost its way in a storm in a night.

Yet I feel like I cannot reach that light.

But does the poor men in the ship have a choice but to sail?
But to hope?

Did you know, Prometheus wait for his rescue
while chained in to a mountain,
while dying every day and coming back to life every night,
while his flesh is torn apart by eagles.

I'm not Prometheus my love, but yet I can wait, I still wait.