Life is a pool of despair
drowning you until you see nothing,
hear nothing and feel nothing.
For I am but a puppet
tied down by the strings of fate,
leaping through fire, skipping through ash,
dancing to the whistled tune of the master puppeteer.
The days of imprisonment goes on forever,
stretching into eternity.
I wan none of this
for I long my spirit to be freed, my soul to take flight,
my strings to be released.
A puppet's life ends when its bonds detach...
So be it then.
The curtains close at the end of the show.
A puppet lays forgotten in the dust,
lifeless, unbound.
Finally, I am free.
Nice poetry...
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