As the curtains begin to draw
The end is coming near
The puppet's legs start going limp
And so does the puppeteer
The loud applause that echoed on stage
And the spotlight kept them trapped
While the strings that held the puppet's neck
Progressively threatened to snap
While the show did take its own sweet time
To gather up and close
The master and the marionette
Were prancing on their toes
The shadows looming on his head
While he held the strings uptight
Reminded him that after its ends
He would be back out in the night
Although his fingers began to bleed
Signalling his act was done
What he feared was not that he bled
But what was about to come
The puppet could sense its master's fear
Its smile was starting to crack
The anxiety of the brooding end
Would ruin his simple act
Just few more minutes it told itself
Then it could lose its face
And maybe if he held for long
He wouldn't be a disgrace
Just few more minutes he told himself
Then he could rest his hands
And maybe if he survived this show
He would be tasked with other errands
Both their fate lay in this show
The show which was to end
Couldn't hold on longer, Couldn't let go
Couldn't face the future ahead
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Willful Verses
PoetryWords. Words are power, words are hope, words are comfort and words are strong. Specially when they are intertwined into beautiful strings of lines which weave into verses and ultimately gives us warmth in the form of a poem. Everyone has there un...
