My Marionette

My marionette

Come to life for me.

Animate the soulless husk

In the mirror I see.

Leave the glamor and ease

Of a marionette doll.

Don’t bow to an audience

And wait for the call.

An artist can create you

And a writer write your diction,

But living sealed in glass panes

Is living in fiction.

My marionette

Come to life for me.

Without resistance of your own

You’ll never set free.

Or is that your decision?

To never emancipate.

To remain in your prison

Away from reality coupled hate.

Reflected in mirrors

And glass panes all around

Is a safety in solitude

Only here to be found.

Freedom comes with a price,

My marionette,

And without a soul to fight

Your puppetry is cemented

With blood woodened and a smile carved.

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ttom's picture

freedom does have a price and

freedom does have a price and it is human reflected in human qualities  as humans we make choices and those choices take us father from paridise

like your poem

CreativelyMused38's picture

I don't get it. I call upon a

I don't get it. I call upon a theory of Sharon's rose but that's it

Poetess Chantelle Cherie 

9inety's picture


is great

I am blown away...

This doesn't happen very often

but I am at a loss for words




"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot