I’m an old marionette,
Constructed of the flimsiest lime wood,
I was discarded from the pier of life,
Left in the mud,
Sinking slowly but surely,

A small parody of a clown,
A joke in truth,
Closer than I’d like to admit,
Faded paintwork,
No longer any particular shade,

Tattered strings made of hazy twine,
A control bar rusted by seawater,
I fear my puppeteer went astray,
Never been to an opera,
A puppet without a show,

Now the renaissance is over,
The dark comes,
I saw the sun exit stage right,
This peat will consume,
My little wooden heart.

Comments
  1. Wonderful artistry, lyrical. A lovely read. I thoroughly enjoyed. Thank you!๐Ÿ’–

  2. Dem Caste says:

    This sings! I love it! โ˜บ๏ธ

  3. Shruba says:

    It’s beautiful and flows so naturally. I likey!

  4. earthtohp says:

    You are amazing!
    This was so deep. I loved it.
    And I absolutely loved the ending.๐Ÿ’›

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