A Puppet On Strings

I blindly follow the strings.

No thoughts allowed

Thoughts, they say, are ever changing.

For they will be so strong ans sure one day, 

And gone the next.

The strings drag my tired and aching feet into a war zone.

I do not object.

I laugh. I cry.

I love. I ache.

Slowly thoughts begin to creep in.

As I start to question the strings' ability to guide me,

They tighten their grip around me.

All thoughts are erased, only the fear is left. 

Fear because I know I will forever be a puppet on the strings of love. 

Reviews

[SmittyJas]

Very good assumption but I hope its never true for you I know what it feels like to be the puppet of love and having someone else pull your strings not fun.

[Ebrar]

Oh! I love the caption of the poem. Puppet on the strings of Love :) * Thumbs Up * for your work. Please read my poem and pick out some errors and grammatical mistakes. Appreciate

[Sami Khalil]

"All thoughts are erased, only the fear is left.
Fear because I know I will forever be a puppet on the strings of love. "

The ending summed it up marvelously...Thank you for sharing...:).......................

[Cheyenne]

Thank you for reading it!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. .....^))

[samparks,sam]

That poem so sweet, like poem

[Cheyenne]

Thank you!

[terry smith]

this poem really shows your talent...loved it :)

[Cheyenne]

Thank you! That really means a lot!

[terry smith]

you are welcome..