Marionette 

I am a puppet with tangled strings

And this shaking, trembling excuse

for a saunter is my only stability

The knot tangled high above

my only cloud that is

pouring out all over me

It seems to be my only excuse

for not being able to feel my tears

The frustrated puppeteer

is red and puffy

And maybe soon

someone will soothe his feathers into place

And maybe soon

the show will go on

 

©Ramon Sturdivant

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