The Marionette TheatreA Poem by RougeAngel
Previous Version This is a previous version of The Marionette Theatre. Silently I lie in the dark, pliable as a rag
A single light shines upon me,
I am begrudgingly yanked to my feet by unseen hands
They cheer my every move
I hate what I have become,
I scan the faces in the crowd, looking for a shred of kindness
As the others whirl around me, I see a man standing in the center.
I struggle against my master's hold,
"I am the Way.
My dark eyes clear and I see that it is the Savior and I move to take His hand
My mind spins with questions.
The frenzied yank of my strings startles me from my daze and I am left to choose:
Trembling I crawl away from the deadly dance of the marionettes,
I am relunctantly eased to my feet by comforting hands,
The imprisoning strings fall away and disappear like snow melting in the sun.
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Added on March 27, 2009Last Updated on April 15, 2009 AuthorRougeAngelFlaketownAboutI'm a college girl standing on the edge of the real world, caught in limbo between true and semi adulthood. I live my life with passion and hope each day...with passion because that is what i was taug.. more..Writing
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