Poem -
Little Puppet
She is nothing more,
than a sad marionette.
playing the role.
You wont hear her screaming,
and you won't hear her yelling.
Her lips are stitched together,
as she does her masters bidding.
She begs God to set her free,
to not be choked,
by her strings.
Yet he remains silent,
while she hopes to get away.
But hope,
it's a dangerous thing.
It's much easier,
to play her masters game,
until the day she finally turns 18.
But even then,
she will still be nothing,
but a sad marionette,
playing the role.
How she wishes she was normal.
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Comments
Brilliant pen. Welcome to Cosmo. Merry Christmas and a happy new year
XX Lisa
Wow!!..... what a stellar write DEADLY-POISON212!!.......the subtle inferences here are magnificently delivered....... with imagery that sets theΒ "mindsΒ eye" on fire with possibilities and the feeling that he was abusive and although she has turned eighteen ......she will be ever-affected by having been manipulated negatively...... hope I haven't read too much into this...... regardless.......a visually stunning piece!!........ALL STARS!!...... well done sweet poetess!!.... and ....WELCOME to COSMO!!....... LOVE and ROCKETS!!.........T xo.Β ?