I need a mirror
Constantly on me,
So I can see
If I'm merely a puppet
On her hand,
Angelic puppeteer,
Or maybe I'll gaze at
Strings leading up
Into a hidden balcony
I a most loyal marionette,
And she most beautiful
Devilish manipulator, making me
Dance to her tugs
And pulls and yanks,
When did I let this happen?
Am I happy or upset?
Didn't realize when
These steps taken
Were no longer mine,
Ignored sign after sign
Like speed limits on a freeway,
And I'm barreling fast
No slowing down; into which?
A wall or an off-ramp?
One my demise
The other a scenic road,
Or will this highway
Just finish in midair?
© okpoet