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Apr 13
poem
peytonkaelyn

Strings

Everything must come to an end. 

Many truths are pretend. 

Lies may be seen to be true.

Yet no one knows what happened to you.

We can cut the strings that take you along.

We can show you where you belong.

Your life taken away like a puppet.

Hold onto the strings you muppet.

The puppetmaster will take you along.

Making you feel like you belong.

Then everyone turns their backs.  

Telling you to relax.

You’ve heard the songbird sing low.

The strings pulled you throughout the show.

Their actions give you a blow.

Oh, how it was so fun long ago.

The past then hits you like a rocket.

Sending you into an air pocket.

You feel like you can’t breathe even with the air.

You send out your little prayer.

You turn pale now.

All you know is how to bow.

The air seems tight with the strings pulling me along.

The bird sits there without any song.

The void is quiet and still.

These voices now give you a chill.

The voices tell you to fight.

The darkness turns into light. 

You are taken up so high.

The light holds you up like a kite.

You feel the breeze give a bite. 

It feels like weight was cut,

Or maybe it was your feelings being shut. 

You and the puppetmaster now see eye to eye.

He may have thought that he was sly.

Everything that was told was a lie.

Everything hurts and you begin to cry.

The strings are gone, goodbye.

 
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  1. Clair E
    Apr 13, 2021

    Wow. This is such a powerful poem. Amazing job.

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  1. peytonkaelyn
    Apr 13, 2021

    Thank you so much! <3

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