Sitaaron Ke Aavaaz || poetry

p u p p e t ' s i n s o m n i a

Now Playing: "Staying Up" -The Neighbourhood
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My body no longer belongs to me
I'm a puppet on a string who gets no sleep
a cliche metaphor but what else would I be?
What else would you call someone who can be manipulated piece by piece, attached to strings no one else can see?

Ropes chafing my every limb,
Crimson leaking from my raw wrists
Bruises littered across my thighs
Tears leaking from my muddy eyes

The puppeteer infects my dreams like an incurable plague
blending them to nightmares
A sinister visage overtaking his features when he hears my tormented shrieks
as he wraps the chords of moral deprivation around my naivety

Proclamations of my undying beauty seep through cracks of my tortured ego
Restless nights amplified by fear of the puppeteers vile intents
begging to be held by anyone but him

I stare up at the lifeless cardboard sky
voices of painted stars providing comfort to my disintegrating mind
As I drowsily watch his whispers grow teeth and chew through my sanity.

Now purple stains permanently reside beneath my eyes
a reminder of the puppet show that never dies
Blazing stage lights scorch my flesh
Blaring applauses shatter my eardrums
Bustling performers tear me to shreds

The puppeteer holds me hostage
far away from the safety of my home
I am no longer a person
but a sleepless doll constructed from blood and broken bones

okay i kind of hate this but all the other poems i'm working on i don't like either so here you go :)