Marionette

By Miztaken4beauty

God, once more She's torn apart.
This marionette is lacking her heart.
Watch her dance! Pull her strings!
Catch her, Keep her, and clip her wings.

A prize, a puppet, a pointless endeavor,
He bought her and promised her -his- forever.
But silver tongues can paint such pretty lies,
With love and hate and soul-searing sighs.

Cut her own strings, she longed to be free,
she staggered, stumbled, and fell to her knees.
A prisoner, she can no longer proceed,
trapped in a body that her heart couldn't lead.

Unable, unwilling, she's filled with disgust.
Unchanging, unmoving, she's left to the dust,
She wants to dance again, to not be alone.
But she's merely a doll with no force of her own.

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Published on Wednesday, March 24, 2010. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Marionette"

A former member wrote: Wow! This is some awesome original stuff. I'm glad I checked out your work. Great job!
A former member wrote: in reliving our last year together i read this. it makes me sad and gave me chills. i just want to be near you my love. if for but a second
A former member wrote: Excellent.
On Monday, April 19, 2010, Malcholm Dark (806) wrote:

I was taggin' and hit upon this.... M this is such a beautiful piece... I see a person with strings tied to them... a great thought, well written... thank-you...
A former member wrote: this was terrific you were able to convey such a feeling of hopelessness you have a very creative mind
On Wednesday, March 24, 2010, lupus tenebrae (860) wrote:

Great write, the imagery of the marionette dancing was incredible, the poem was very sad, especially at the end. a puppet with no strings, can't act on its own, very good. thanks for sharing.