Short Poems [Book #1]

Puppet Boy *

The boy was being tricked,

He was pushed and pulled,

He was a puppet,

So easily fooled,

He met the man,

Who would soon take his life,

Yet he was strong and did not cry,

He was terrified, hurt, and soon betrayed,

He was numb,

Yet he still felt the pain,

Why oh why?

Had his life ended this way,

His life was great,

Until that very day,

Now's he's a puppet,

Mere child's play,

With strings and glue on his skin to stay,

The man was upset,

And killed him that day,

Oh poor Tyler,

Puppet Boy had died that day.