Puppet of Shadows

Puppet of Shadows

A Poem by Faye
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A reflection of inner turmoil

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Sick, broken, pained

Lost…

Giving up the fight

To remain within a defined world

 

In this time of endless torture

It is my greatest friend

And I am an unwilling pawn

 

Withdrawing, shrinking, giving in

As I close up to the outer world

Only darkness can find the way in

Seeping through the cracks of a fragile mind

And seducing a pained soul

 

My eyes are blind to all

Save this blackness

Yet I push back the fear

Seeing nothing…

Is a blessing

 

Whispers so sweet

And yet so frightening

Vibrate my eardrums

With a hypnotic sound

The beat takes me

And I am lost to its dance

 

Like a puppet

I follow its every command

Jerked along by strands

Like black licorice

Taunted and guided all at once

I feel the fool

Is ignorance truly worth the price?

 

Jerked back and forth

Between this world and theirs

I cannot decide

Where I’d rather be

 

To lose myself completely

Become blind to pain

Give over complete control

In order to gain a semblance of strength

 

Or face the light

And all the pain that comes with it?

 

Is darkness my friend, my ally?

Or merely a damning comfort...

© 2008 Faye


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I envy your poetic writing. I wish the poetry I write came out half as good as this one has. The imagery is intense and very very well placed. I never thought the use of black licorice would be used in a poem, but you used it quite nicely here.

I feel for the person in this poem, retreating from the real world into the comfort of their imagination. At least, that's what I got from it. I'll feel like a fool if I interpreted that wrong.

Well written. There really is nothing here for me to critique. Just a praise. Good job.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Just wonderful ~ My Answer is "...merely a damning comfort..." I could feel all the emotional struggles in this piece, for I have walked that line, myself, teetering on the edge. "should I stay or go".

Welcome to the Writers Cafe! I look forward to reading more.
Good Luck & Happy Tales.

Peace n Light,
♥ Wicahpi Iyozaza ♥

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I envy your poetic writing. I wish the poetry I write came out half as good as this one has. The imagery is intense and very very well placed. I never thought the use of black licorice would be used in a poem, but you used it quite nicely here.

I feel for the person in this poem, retreating from the real world into the comfort of their imagination. At least, that's what I got from it. I'll feel like a fool if I interpreted that wrong.

Well written. There really is nothing here for me to critique. Just a praise. Good job.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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