Limp

The ways of ones treating another.

From the sky I fall,

The tree they throw me from standing tall.

Ropes are strung,

Around my wrists and ankles.

 

My skin is wrung,

 

Until it feels no more.

 

Circulation failing,

 

Just as they begin nailing.

 

My stomach sticks to the tree,

 

I puppet I become,

 

No longer the same me.

 

People come from near and far,

 

I’m becoming their one true star.

 

The show begins,

 

Blood steadily dropping from my skin.

 

I am the puppet that brightens their day,

 

And this is the fate, I am bound to pay.

Author's Note

What do you think? Personally, I think my rhyming is a bit forced.