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Marionette
Cast to the side of the stage in a heap,
With my strings tangled and knotted.
Without a puppeteer on duty anymore;
I lie here unable to move an arm or leg.
Without a heart, without a soul,
Without the blood of life within my body.
I am inanimate, my thoughts aren't even real;
Yet, I am thinking, wishing, hoping, to move again.
I want to feel vital and of worth to someone;
Anyone, I shout the rafters not making a sound.
My mouth will not open, nor my eyes, darkness;
Where is the puppeteer I remember from my past.
Back when I danced, when I laughed, when I played;
I was real when he moved my strings so skillfully.
Alive and full of joy; But now there is only nothingness.
Sadness overtakes me as my legs are scattered.
Even if you're not skillful, redeem me from this death.
Untangle my strings and open my eyes to the light;
Breathe life into my limbs and bring a smile to my face.
I am the marionette discarded in the corner of the stage.
1Oct08
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