Strings Of Reality

A pencil in my small pale hand,

A blank paper beneath,

I no longer know what to write,

So I just let the ink and paper meet,

Is it the world or is it the people?

I just no longer know anymore,

I am completely paralyzed by everything,

My thoughts can no longer be controlled,

Is this how it feels like?

To give up on hope,

Is this how it should be?

To keep tumbling down a slope,

The paper now half full,

But no matter what the words,

This world will never change;

The savage era's rebirth,

It will either cut your wings,

                                        And put you in a cage,

So that even if it was open,

You wouldn't be able to escape,

Or it will tie strings around you,

So that where ever you go,

You feel like a lost soul,

In a cursed puppet show,

It will either crumble you,

Like an empty page,

With no words to describe your life,

As you slowly start to fade,

Or it will keep you in its bonds,

Stain you with spots of ink,

Force you to read your own ending,

And your life will start before you blink,

They revolve around you, 

Attaching strings to your limbs,

You are too scared to move,

Because now they are your 'kings',

The once beautiful and talented girl,

Doesn't know where her choices lurk,

Because this world has moulded her into,

A hollow piece of artwork.

Author's Note

Hi! I am a newbie. I would love to get your feedback on this.

Reviews

[Santolinaza]

I love the thought-provoking theme this poem portrays. I felt the ending was especially powerful.

[ShadowSinger]

Thanks so much!

[GalaxyGhost]

Writers like us are basically creators. We make our own world, hold conversations with nonexistent people, and determine the character's outcome. In a way, stories reflect our own journeys in life.

[ShadowSinger]

Exactly! Couldn't have put it better into words myself. Thanks for the feedback.

[GalaxyGhost]

You're so welcome!

[andrew mitchell]

Yes! how circumstances predict your fate, the location, the culture, all determine how you will succeed in the world, alone. A write that depicts many a fate by circumstance.

[ShadowSinger]

Nicely said. Thanks!