a puppet:
your plaything that can never detach
from the threads played by your fingers
i twirled my body elegantly
to hold your attention
yet you grew tired of me
like any other child
you let go
threads twisted
i was left jarred
on the surface

© 2016, Quiyet Brul

5 Replies to “puppeteer”

    1. I never really though about other interpretations for this poem 😮 thank you for opening my eyes and thank you for such kind words 😊


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