New poem for you today, this one is a little different but it’s a good time for trying out new styles. Feel free to let me know what you think about it.
Marionette
This world,
it handles me like
a play toy;
A tug this way,
a thought that way,
suddenly
it makes me do
whatever it wants.
And all I can manage
is to nod, then move,
let it control me like
a marionette.
All of the strings tie
back to my heart—
pulsing with every beat–
as even more hold close
to my body– pulling
on me so tightly–
yet, I have not a say,
not a care,
not a want.
Not a breath my own.
Because
not a single one
of those
damn strings
seem
to belong
to me.