The Plea of a Puppet
Please make me real! My eyes can see
but cannot cry. I wish to be
of flesh and blood; to be immersed
in life - for better or for worse!
I need to live my fantasy!
I’m wood and string, and misery
consumes the soul inside of me.
If my sad state can be reversed,
please make me real!
I want to do things naturally -
to run on legs of bone, carefree -
so full of joy that I might burst.
Though loved, I am a child accursed.
I ask you with all fervency. . .
Please make me real!
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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