Puppet Show

A little poem (keep in mind, I don't write poetry)

Eyes weight in endless night

This broken wake, my solitary blight

Should I close my eyes to see

Puppet strings and mastery

Or should I stay awake to find

A pen to direct my own demise

But even in wake I come to face

The monsters that I love to chase

My arms lift on their own accord

Strings at each joint, flesh a wooden board

Mind battles the physical line

My scissors cut, end my time

My body falls, neither asleep nor awake

For a puppet has no thoughts to make

Author's Note

I am not a poet, so please let me know any formatting mistakes or whatever that I did. Leave any feedback and let me know your interpretation!

Reviews

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

I liked this poem. You don't have to be a poet to write a poem. I think a lot of people feel like that. I liked this write, many nice lines.

For a puppet has no thoughts to make - fave line.

[mordax]

Thank you!!