Puppet Master

You are master

and I your puppet

you pull those strings

to get what you covet

 

Walk barefoot on my back

and expect me to lie still

move those strings forward

so I’ll bend to your will

 

Now that the strings

have been broken by your hands

you don’t like where you are

with no mat to stand

 

I’m walking on my own

I’ve never needed your thumb

and you can’t reattach strings

once the damage is done

 

How does it feel –

is it cold in my shadow?

You thought you could break me

not all of us are hallow

 

I’ll rise again

just wait and see

I’ve seen hell

you don’t frighten me

 

So strike your match

but be forewarned

it is by your own hands

you will find yourself scorned

©Kristian L. Weigman

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