puppet master

we often do not have choice. but are brought to be a puppet in the hands of a puppet master. slowly jerked around

motionlessly i am dangled

by thin lines

jerked left then right, within time

i speak when called upon

i do not walk, i am dragged

a choice, i do not have

i stay among my puppet post

until i am found by yet another puppet host

i droop, and frown

until jerked around like a puppet clown

my lips sealed

until their act revealed

motionless, loveless puppet clown

my nose red, my body constructed of wood

puppet master im doing the best a puppet could

my arms i do not control

my eyes do not see the things i want

my feet dont step, skip, or gallop, not even trot

until the jerk of a string

i shall remain under my puppet masters wing

 

 

Reviews

[Annabel Lee]

wow once again...u were so right! AMAZING!

[Sexy P3nguin]

Wow. You were NOT kidding when you said you were proud of this one. You should be! Hell I didn't write and I'm proud of it. :D
But anyway it is a phenomenal poem.

"i droop, and frown
until jerked around like a puppet clown" Was my favorite line. It has like a continuous rhyme and it really works well with the rest. Great job.!!