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.

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.

Submitted: May 09, 2011

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This is very dark and intense. The message is very powerful. I like it.

Mon, May 9th, 2011 2:23am


Thank you!

Mon, May 9th, 2011 3:15pm

william mcnear

This is great :)

Fri, August 24th, 2018 1:43am

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