Just Another Puppet

A puppet, hanging down its string,
my life is controlled by someone I don't know.
A god in form, using his hands to guide my destruction
falling faster in dissolution, a box wrapped in monotonic colors.
Every night, after the show, he puts me away, folding the strings neatly, tucking it away.
The lights shine bright, the audience applause to my fake smile, painted on with a fine golden brush.
I begin to twitch by the hand of a god, my legs move, synchronized with my arms.
The applause ends after another show, the curtains close on me, the show ends.
Black covers my head as he closes the box, for the last time.
Holding my wooden breath, I breathe no air; my eyes look frantic, hands twitching.
I succeeded.
The curtains open, the applause continues, but it's another one, not me.
The curtains close, as he puts away the new puppet.
I wasn't special.
I was just another
one...

Author's Note

I love puppets! =D

Reviews

[Sweets]

This is amazing!!
so creative and the ending was so sad as well..
I'm scared of puppets, lol..anyways
Wonderful write!!

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

I like the message here!

[J. J. Nightingale]

A life held captive, by some one else .. not allowed to breathe .. A wanting to be different . .. a wanting to be needed ..

Cool thoughts to ponder .. .. Jasmine

[Solaris LeRouche]

Reminds me of us...

[K.C. Zbryk]

Its no fun to feel used and unvalued, and with this in mind you made the puppets spring to life. Very well written.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Alright I think.

[HeIsWe]

I like it.

Very beautiful

[((Teenage_Poet_Loser))]

hope the poem is not that bad =]

[Liza]

Puppets do seem like a fun object to play with and control for the sakes of the laughs and joy it triggers to the audience; you've painted a vivid image of the emotions some might feel when they are tied to others for dependence and tension stemming from the ties of obligation, need and attention.