The life of a puppet

The life of a puppet

A Poem by Siveti


I am but a puppet on a string
Being pulled this way and that
Rising to the sound of my master's voice
Collapsing at the strain of knowledge

Few books guide me down this road
The mechanical tonks of my walk
The illusion of someone else's words
Taking me to someone else's house

The puppeteer pawns his craft
As the audience sits in awe
Observing this play of movement
Constrained inside this box

I am but a puppet on a string
Being pulled this way and that
The awkward silence outside the theatre
Allows these dreams to come to life freer

© 2020 Siveti


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Looking in from the outside, people often judge the puppet as being dumb or inadequate. But there are many who will not leave their manipulative partner becuz it's better to be a puppet . . . maybe they don't know any other way to be, after having the partner's supremacy hammered into them for years. There so much we don't know about why puppets continue being puppets. That's why I love that your poem is not judgmental, but just showing the life of a puppet (((HUGS)))

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Siveti
Siveti

United Kingdom



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