The puppet

He speaks but repeats

The words he's been told

Only just a hollow

With the emptiest tone

As he runs to the streets

Where he doesn't belong

 

He's not quite dead inside

Not completely gone

But his face is so sad

And his body is torn

Turned into this puppet

That others have drawn

 

They bring him to dance 

Moves that are not his

He gave them the woods

Now they're pulling the strings

He doesn't really choose

He never really leads

 

The further he stays

Further he disappears

He's caught in the laces

And the shape of the strings

Cut harder through his flesh

Leaving scars on his skin

As years are flying

He frizzes his heart

He wishes he could sleep now

And never wake up

Give his body over

To follow their orders

 

Who he is inside

He just cannot show

What if the beloved eyes

Would reject what they saw

He feels like paralyzed

Unable to let go

 

He thinks it's too late

Can't feel his wounds no more

He will soon forget

What he once swore

Turns his back on the kid

Whose dreams he ignore

 

Only himself to blame

He wasted his light

Because he was too afraid

He traded his life

Ended up with regrets

And a broken heart

Reviews

[A.Lee]

I absolutely love this. Very well written, very good imagery. I could really see the puppet being controlled, see how he feels, his regrets.

"He's not quite dead inside
Not completely gone
But his face is so sad
And his body is torn
Turned into this puppet
Whose shape others have drawn"

Loved that stanza. Very nice work!

[Gomer LePoet]

Puppet man, puppet woman. their presense is too noticable far too often. The strings can only be operated by their true owner or what's the point. nice piece, thanks for sharing.

[AreWeBothCrazy]

This was well written. Very relateable as the thing that controlled him could mean anything to anybody. Good write

[Jonathan De Elvira]

I love this one for some reason, there's some lines here that used to be a story of my life...you're good...

[James Bonner]

This was fantastic. Really. Great read.

[Liza]

triggers me to think
that perhaps some people
are puppets and don't even know it
sometimes we act on rules
not on instincts
sometimes we hold back our words
to please others and sing their tune
then later we break our hearts
from not being able to trust it
very insightful piece
thank you for sending me the read request.

[Shawn Killian]

He thinks it's too late, Can't feel his wounds no more,
He will soon forget, What he once swore
Turns his back on the kid, Whose dreams he ignore"
Truly powerful words right there. They hold A LOT of meaning for me. I love it you're really good

[KatiePie]

Oh my the images rushing through my mind, like there's this puppet, but I can see through him, into him, and inside of him there's this entire new universe, that he suspects is there, but isn't sure, and so he just goes on, not knowing that it's there, the mood feels sad, my heart broke with his. Beautiful.
-Cathrine

[xNote_to_selfx]

great write, really painted a picture in my mind. :)

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This feels like a surreal solemn fable. Mystically wondrous!
A very beautifully written poem. I love your style.