Puppeteer

Puppeteer

A Poem by Black.Ninjask
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No longer will I be controlled.

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Tired of this dreary existence
Doomed to walk on clay below
I grow wing constructs of my master plan
And rise to the occasion
Reaching heights gleaming with glory
From which I have seen many fall
Never to be the stringed fool
I soar ever higher
Till I can reach out my arms
And feel the tug at every puppet below
On my finger tips, only to realize...

I pull my own strings.

© 2013 Black.Ninjask


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Strong line breaks, vivid images. Yes, I do believe this poem can be consider 'awesome quality' :) Very well done!

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Black.Ninjask
Black.Ninjask

Peoria, IL



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A general poet. My poems can be dark They can be hopeful I'm hoping you will like it, and me. I am in the process of writing a book. I will post everything at one when it is ready. more..

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A Poem by Black.Ninjask