The Master's Puppet

The string move, and my position changes

The master plays around with me

He enjoys the pleasure that he makes me give him

 

I am silenced when the master is around

He makes me stay quiet

He says

'When you learn how to walk on your own...you'll be free.'

 

He plays around with me, over and over

I stay silenced, as he moves the strings

 

My position changes

He plays around with me, enjoying the pleasure

 

The strings hold me up

 

It's sad yet true

I am the master's puppet

I can't be set free

 

I can't run away from this horrible place

 

Please, lend a hand

Set me free

 

You keep playing with me as if I'm a doll

For your own pleasure

Please just set me free

 

Please someone cut my strings lose

Don't let the master consume me

In his own selfish pleasure

Reviews

[.quan.011.]

This a good yet very sad poem and I like it.

[Angel Bird]

A very sad and deep piece. It grabs the readers heart. The last stanza truly sounds like someone is begging for help. Awesome job.

[Emunah June.]

Puppets have always freaked me out. That and rooms full of creepy porcelin Japanese dolls. But besides this, the write is excellent and you took something so stereotypical and made it an interesting read. Keep up the good work Misa!

[Nick]

I think this is a very interesting take on being in a bad relationship. That's what I gathered from it anyway. I like the way this was written, its sort of enchanting in a way.