Puppet MasterA Poem by Lori Mack
Puppet Master
You crept in like a mischievious thief. Intrigued, decieved and retrieved my son. Influencing and destroying his beautiful life. Diminished his hopes, his dreams and his self-esteem. Convincing him he had no future, No love, no value was to his life. Your wicked silk spun web of deadly lies, Mislead him to believe, That happiness and love cease to exist. This is your fuel, This your fire. Your one and only desire. You will not quit until they all expire. Heroin, black, H or tar, You are a seductive liar. Your needle point claws buried deep his arm, Dripping with your poisonous conceit. Now you are his puppet master. Dominating his mind, his thoughts and his words. Your malicious acts preformed through him, Make him look wild, insane and disturbed. Each day in your tight intense grip, My son dwindled and shriveled away. Becoming your molded and trained apprentice. Coached to perfection in your twisted ways. You are as bad as a rapist, A murderer and even more. I hate you heroin!! You started a war. I will not let you win! Let go of my loved and cherished son. Let him live a full and beautiful life. I surrender to you myself. Volunteer my own life. Take me instead, Be my puppet master, Enslave me, And let my baby live. L. Mack 9/20/18 © 2018 Lori Mack |
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