Marionette Blues

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A collaborative poem written by myself and Dr Acula.



Check out his other works at https://www.booksie.com/users/dr.-acula-197617

Submitted: August 10, 2018

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Marionette Blues

written by Dr Acula and Hullabaloo22.



You think your mind controls your body,
that you control your life?
Well, hey, that’s good,
that’s excellent
for some of us surely

DON’T!

Marionette threads that break,
string is then too thin;
that rope is fraying
dangerously
you’re needing cable with steel within.

SNAP!

Keep on pulling me apart,
your cables,
yep,
they hold.
But all this conflicting pressure
makes my very self just
fold.

FALLING !

Away from myself,
these wire wound heart strings
pull and tear out all the unconditional love,
as I dance their blue parade,
in a puppet masquerade.

DOWN !

I bend, collapse, balance on one leg,
contort, controlled, never break free,
never gave a voice,
to show what my dull lifeless eyes see,
never did anything right,
yet they still try to make me,
perform.

I think their minds want to control our body,
that our life is being controlled by this.
We get so far away ourselves,
all while they've tied us up, all pretty,
telling us not to break,
with their scissor sharp finger clenched fist.

SNIP !




 

 

 


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