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The Puppeteer
Raging thoughts
Ruminating in the vortex of my sanity
Perflxed with the gnaw
Of the people ranting like mad dogs
And my every muted misery
Has become an assylum i could always run to
I cried. .
I hate . . .
I loathe . .
Who shall i run to?
Who shall heed to my call?
Who shall offer an unwarranted cause?
. . . to a puppet,
who was never lost.
(C)mai1.25.20
Ruminating in the vortex of my sanity
Perflxed with the gnaw
Of the people ranting like mad dogs
And my every muted misery
Has become an assylum i could always run to
I cried. .
I hate . . .
I loathe . .
Who shall i run to?
Who shall heed to my call?
Who shall offer an unwarranted cause?
. . . to a puppet,
who was never lost.
(C)mai1.25.20
Published 25th Jan 2020
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25th Jan 2020 5:13pm
I can sense the frustration in this, Mayumi. And that ending was a very nice twist.
25th Jan 2020 6:27pm
Good morning @Ahavati! (Its 2:25 am in my time zone) thanks for appreciating. Have a great weekend dear 🙂😍😊
