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My Puppet Master
Puppet master where do your strings lead?
They feel endless and unshakable.
Long thin wires surround my neck,
Your resolve is unbreakable.
Your grip tightens, with more meaning.
Your intentions clear as day.
Forever trapped by your web.
Forced to realize your puppet play.
A performance dark and cold,
On the stage of life I am ensnared.
Involuntary movement and thoughts,
My will gravely impaired.
Puppet master, I’m at the end of your rope.
I don’t understand your tethers that bind me.
Please release me from my enslavement.
For once in your life, set me free.
They feel endless and unshakable.
Long thin wires surround my neck,
Your resolve is unbreakable.
Your grip tightens, with more meaning.
Your intentions clear as day.
Forever trapped by your web.
Forced to realize your puppet play.
A performance dark and cold,
On the stage of life I am ensnared.
Involuntary movement and thoughts,
My will gravely impaired.
Puppet master, I’m at the end of your rope.
I don’t understand your tethers that bind me.
Please release me from my enslavement.
For once in your life, set me free.
Published 6th Apr 2022
Author's Note
Another poem about my life in strings.
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