"Smile ever so often between talks,"
"Don't fumble with your hands,"
"Don't laugh too much with your teeth showing,"
"Never talk about your foul fantasies and make them understand."
Stringed by many a thousand command,
I grasp hard on the metal ropes as they toss me around,
The unnerving and unrealistic conditions I reprimand,
Yet continue to lip-sync their envenomed songs, seldom to rebound.
My limbs feel frigid and brittle, bound to break with ease,
Like harsh, hollow wooden sticks, being defenselessly played into their hands
Helplessness engulfs me whole, and I drown
In the sea of tangled metallic wires, the ropes are withering at a glance.
Their intentions are my deeds; I perform on a stage so grand
Behind the scenes, their devilish grins mock me, I turn to smithereens,
My soul confined in this insentient dummy, I choke on the strangling strands,
I'm a Puppet dancing at their fingertips, battling to release the free bird incarcerated in my wooden heart.
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•Silent Screams•
PoezieWords that never left the lips, Phrases unheard by any soul but mine, Thoughts that lie on the ocean bed like sunken ships, Voices present nowhere but this strange mind. I scream internally, confessing my deeds, And none but my demons listen, Yet, o...
