Her hands and feet were firmly tied
With the bonds of three sharp strings.
Expectations, judgement and fear,
The most cruel of all things.
When in need, they used her so,
And hesitated not to discard and fling.
She was a tool put up for amusement,
A mere puppet on a string.
She could do nothing but to
Dance as they pulled the strings.
For her wrists cut open and bled,
Every time she fought their cling.
When they were done using her,
When they had broken her to the bones,
When they could find no further mirth,
They flung her upon bloody stones.
They put the strings around her neck,
And ended her fragile being.
For the world was quite cruel dear,
They strangled her with those very strings.
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So, tell me, next time, will you still go,
And laugh at the puppets of a puppet show?
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A/N: O-kay. So, thanks for the beautiful comments. As always, I'll say: DON'T HESITATE TO CRITICIZE!! As long as it is constructive, that is.
Oh, by the way, I wanted to update yesterday, but then, I decided to make myself a cup of tea. Then, I burnt my poor little finger and it hurt like a mother!! Owww!😭😭
Like, who is so clumsy as to burn their finger while making tea? *sigh* Anyways, I hope you enjoy the poem.😊
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Half a Sky {Poetry}
PoesiaYou probably are wondering why I named this book Half a Sky. Well, imagine a person having half a sky hanging over them. What words would you use to describe them? Weird? Freakish? Odd? So, this is to all the people who have been described with tho...
