Dwelling in a corrupt society,
With non-compassionate people,
Whom could not be persuaded because of their convictions,
I glance above myself,
At looming figures,
No empathy nor sympathy,
No emotion displayed,
I continue to wonder,
With a blank gaze,
My eyes are hollow,
No esprit to show,
As I am pulled by the strings of society's fingers,
Flaunting my 'Best' as the master puppeteer snickers,
Bellows of laughter fill the room,
Up, down and up again,
My feet clanking on an oak stage,
Conflicted on what to do,
I may cut the strings, but then I'll be forever lifeless,
Sitting in a constant state of nostalgia,
Whilst his eyes penetrate my wooden corpse,
The strings beckon my name,
Snipping sounds quietly echo,
A temporary haven,
My torment has ended,
A tear slides down his cheek,
"Oh no, she's broken,"
YOU ARE READING
A Splash of Vibrancy
Random"The colors of knowledge splash onto the blank canvas of my mind," ~ddiaz80 Book two of the 'Life in Color' series. (I do not own the artwork for the cover)
