And what am I supposed to do?
I've done everything you're instructed
Of me, and now I'm sitting here
Waiting for you to tighten those strings
That belong in my wrists, my ears,
My chest, my eyes, my senses.
I belong to you, a puppet, and I have
Done exactly what you've asked.
But what now?
If it's over, what happens to the puppet
That tried so hard to give you a good show?
She tried to do it all in sake
Of your sanity.
You see, I was not afraid to hold
Your knife, but I was afraid that
No matter how many people I killed,
I would disappoint you.
And so I ask again.
What am I supposed to do
Now that you've released me?
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
