Competition Poem: "Tangled Strings"
Puppeteer of my darkest convictions,
Tangled are your vexatious strings.
I move now without your restrictions.
No longer controlled by the wires.
Cut off from your delinquent mind,
Free from the unhealthy desires.
But I can feel the needle with new threads,
I know you want to reattach the bond.
I have to stop you before it spreads.
Like a true puppet master, thorough and neat,
You attach every yearning back to my vest.
The puppet show will soon repeat.