Demise of a Marionette

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A girl who's opinion of the world changes as she reaches her demise.

Submitted: May 08, 2011

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Submitted: May 08, 2011



As I climb the stairs into despair,
I see the world fall to decay.

People's hearts have turned to ice,
their hands stained red,
and their souls colored black by hate.

It can't be helped,
I suppose....
The world, after all, is ending soon.

The shadowy yesterday
will be replaced
by a black and hopeless tomorrow,

Where happiness and dreams
are little more than bitter hallucinations
created through the fierce imaginings of a broken mind.

The silk threads that tie to reality are slowly snapping.

I can no longer be a marionette
who merely does what a puppeteer wishes.

I've sunken too far,
with reality marring as time goes by,
fraying my silken strings.

At the top of the tower,
city lights blink,
lighting the despairing black sky with a hopeful gentle glow.

My fingers reach as I fall,
trying to catch a last ray of hope...

Perhaps tomorrow does have a little light.

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