puppet

Written by: Luminita Stoica

My sorrows make me trace my thought - 
The steps I took, the leaps I'll take - 
I do what I forgot, and it's not enough, 
But while I lay here in PJ's, wide Awake,

My heart enacts a stolen wish - 
The things I want and what I need - 
I have my powers to unleash, 
But as I want, I become Greed...

My future holds a nothing-ball - 
The paint on it changes daily -  
I can't rainbow it back at all, 
But as I dare color Freely,  

My hands are dirty and tired -  
The phalanges crack, lashes tear -  
I feel like a puppet, though I'm not wired, 
But balls joggle on, what clearly stays is Fear.