A Collection of Poems

Puppet

The puppet cut all but one of it's strings
One of the stubborn strings refused to break
Further breaking her
The puppeteer was unaware of the cuts, she thought she still controlled it all
She does not cut the strings but the doll
The puppet tries to run but is pulled back by the single thread connecting her to the puppeteer
In a few years it will be gone unless the puppeteer decides to hold on
But the puppeteer does not care about the givens
She cares about the power and control
You cannot run
You cannot hide
You can't have fun
For you are tied
To the lady with the strings
That puppeteer always wins.