A Puppet Without Strings

A Puppet Without Strings

A Poem by Exa Lectric

The most trapped of all;
No one sees what they are.

Their own minds warped,
twisted and marred,

until they believe their masters'
every thought is of their own.

That's when there's no hope for him;
he's been reworked down to the bone.

He'll never be free now,
as long as Puppeteer can breathe,

Fighting controls, he can be
original down underneath.

The puppet dreams to escape;
the worst danger he can be.

Slit his throat, blood trickles,
you're free.

© 2013 Exa Lectric


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This piece can apply to anyone who feels that others expectations and authority put them in charge of their own strings. It brings to mind teenagers who are trying to be their own person and cut the strings from parents influence. Great write!

Posted 6 Years Ago


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