Thursday, October 23, 2014

Of Strings and Broken Things

The Marionette

A world of puppets - 
tangled in strings.
Trapped with ties that bind - 
to a cruel unflinching world.

But we close our eyes.
Pretend to be free.
Pretend we do not see - 
The strings that bind you and me.
There are no strings on me

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