Playing the marionette's role,
all tied up
To the head's desires and needs
Following instructions,
Elating the audience,
Providing leads.
But in the real world,
after the curtains close
The poor puppets bleed
Unaware of the cause
Zero applause
Then they get old and rotten,
Fraught with incisions.
Stormed with expired utilization
Nada admiration
One hundred accusation
♣️
The spell wore off,
Bursting out through a cough.
My desires blasted off.
The territory of my string's usage
is now marked off.
🎗
A new road with vague tasks
New people with flamboyant
indefinite masks
And two at the legs.
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Divergent Misplaced Melodies (Poems)
PoetryTaste these poems. |Highest ranking #142 in poetry, #44 in quotes| A poetry book from the soul. There's poetry and then there is this. Some are designed from my imagination, for my love of creating stories. And some are inspired from real life. I wa...
