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.
Written by Vortex32167 (Stephan van Pinksteren)
Author's Note
Competition: "On the pains, travails, and joys of writing poetry"

This is also a continuation of the poem "the Puppeteer"
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