The Puppet

The Puppet is made delicately,
With the finest seasoned oak from Oklahoma.
Each finger meticulously carved
Into the shape of a small hand.
 
The Puppet is tethered to a handle;
Fine silken threads imprison the Puppet,  
They shimmer in the light with every motion,
Imitating the motions of the puppeteer’s hands.
 
The will of the puppeteer is one and the same
As the Puppet’s; following suit like a shadow.
The Puppet has a mind of it’s own,
But it is forever trapped to a life in bondage.
 
The Puppet longs for freedom,
Free to live and free to love.
He cannot be with His betrothed:
The puppeteer will never release Him
 
The Puppet fights for independence,
He tries to cut the lines.
But His efforts are snuffed,
The puppeteer grants no quarter.
 
And with a heavy heart now,
This melancholy story collapses,
With a lonesome Puppet
And His unreachable dreams.