i am just a puppet
strutting ceaselessly about in
this mortal flesh.
hanging by a thread.
there's peace in the sadness.
but my time is running out.

see something
say something
that's the plastic sign
the bumper sticker
the hurried whisper
the fingers, wishing and taking
my time is running out.

incubate the sadness
pacify the pain
live another day
live another life away from
him.
I've sinned an ocean and
my time is running out.

I sit and write these words
they come fast, abetting me
my hands shake from what
rage?
dissolution?
and I think,
aloud

have I become the cavity I feared?