Strings

These tiny cords

They pull

Over and over they pull

Where do they want us to go

Toward our doom

To some figment of imagination

No they just tug

Feelings in the back of your chest

Heart strings they call them

Clawing their way to the surface

Leave us stranded they will

One day there and the next....

gone

Thats all they are reminders of the hurt we indure

But wait the feelings are real

why would we want these

Take these chances

Into the relm of happy bliss

Let go

Cut them Srings

Let it die

Gone

Blown  into what was once the reality

Open your eyes

Find your place

Strings pull....

Reviews

[Bearcub The First]

Thank you very much. I had all but forgotten that I still was here at this site. Thanks for bringing me back.

[Anonymous]

I LOVE this poem! And I SOOO agree with you! It's true, what is the point of the strings. I love the way you write :)