Puppet Master's Plaything

Story of a puppet, so full of regrets

 

 

 

I need you to hold me up

I beg for you to stay

Under one conditon

“Anything” I say

 

Now I am your puppet

I follow your every command

Where I go depends

On the slight move of your hand

 

In this relationship

Strings are attatched

I need you to live

But I want freedom back

 

I was so broken

Until you came along

You healed all my wounds

Suddenly, all my pain was gone

 

I was forever grateful

If not for you, I would still be alone

Left to cry myself to sleep 

Instead, I felt like I was home

 

But apparently, there was a price to pay

And I’m stuck here in a hazy trance

With you, all the while, whispering

“DANCE PUPPET, DANCE!”

 

Reviews

[Zoe Anne]

This is a really creepy poem, in a really awesome way.
I like how there was a twist at the end. Life was horrible, then everything was going great, until... BAM!
You find out you're messed up in the end anyway...

Awesome!

Keep writing! =D

[~Mary Ann~]

I like this duality! The puppetmaster healed the broken puppet... but now wants its freedom back.
It makes me think that we all have play puppet in a relationship at one point in time or another.
This flowed very well and was very creative to go with the pic. Thank you for sharing your ink with Poetic Pics!

Great write!