Once I was a sad clown
I smiled sometimes
but you couldn’t see it
behind the painted frown
I could pluck small
colorful *****
from my pocket
and spin them in the air
Blue, red, yellow, green

Lies

Mistrust

Envy

Deceit

They would twirl faster
Faster…
until they merged
into an ugly brownish red stain
Then stop!
To fall, into a
puddle at my feet

Another time I was a ballerina
A little girls delight

Another time, a tin soldier
A little boys dream

But I can only be those things
While I sit, with my eyes closed
and my conscious dozes
and I can no longer hear
the screams

When my eyes are open
I am once again
just a Puppet
all arms and legs
and bobbing head
that dip and sway
and dance
to anothers tune
Even that
I could live with
if my demise
had not come so soon

In one moment of lucidity
borne of dreams
I could not escape
I ignored the Puppeteers growl
as I twisted and twirled
with my own moves
but then I slipped
Alas
my fatal mistake

You see,
I was not strong enough
To move my own arms and legs
with my worthless
puppet brain
To even think I could move
without anothers command
should have shown
how much my dreams
had made me
Insane

I tripped up so badly
there was no hope
of untangling
my Puppet strings
I was bound so tight
unable to move
I lamented what
my actions had cost me
and I knew the pain
it would bring

There was no other choice
but to cut me loose
and my master
did not even shed
a single tear

I’m still a puppet
just an unmoving one
sitting in the corner
no longer with strings
And no use to another
Puppeteer

Nov 30, 2010