We are the puppets

With our clapping wooden limbs

Trying to follow along

As the puppeteers pull us in a garish dance

No one notices


Yearning for our splinters to smooth into skin

Overshadowed by the real actors on the stage

Some sever their strings

Diving in the darkened dust

Dismay aside, we don’t drop the dance

Ever wondering why we do

‘Cause no one notices we’re made of wood

We reach

reminding ourselves the most real of us were all wooden once

We dance with painted grins

To hid the grimace within

Hoping to be real

Hoping to be free


4 thoughts on “Puppets

  1. Your free verse is just too perfect. I’ve always enjoyed free verse for the abstracted feel it gives, and you really pushed that with the whole concept of the puppets. Almost feels like it could be the premise for a horror story. XD Souls trapped in puppets… Hm…. =P

    ~Michael Hollingworth
    Disce Ferenda Pati – Learn to endure what must be borne

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