Puppets
(June 2013)
You are bathed in anger
I reach out to soothe you and find you shaken
Your core is a tidal wave of discontent
And I live there with you
We bask in the sun of our misfortunes
So removed from our happiness we are shrouded in fear
Blame points blame
And suddenly my name is vial on your tongue
Acid hits and you spit it out
Hitting my gut and dripping thru my soul
I am forever guilty
In your eyes I am the enemy that you cannot help loving
The one you hate and need
An addiction of years filled with comfortable silence
You let me go but keep me close
Trapped by strings we've glued to our backs, our arms
Puppets in a life spent searching
An end with no end in sight
We are stumbling thru blades of razors cutting until we can no longer feel the pain
When I leave I will not be gone
Strings will forever hold me to you
Our discontent a bridge
To a past
We cannot forget
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Mystic
Poetry“Dreams are your reality. You live in dreams. Be careful not to fall.” This collection of poems is about the mystical part of life. Nature, love, sex, fantasy, beauty and the bitter taste of reality.
