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Since your death I have been a rag doll puppet,
in human form with limbs animated by invisible strings;
          like a ventriloquist my voice does not seem like me,
     it is a horrible sound and not from my heart;
my head is hollow and my soul is in torture and lament.

              I begin each day with weeping tears of anguish,
then, I put a mask on my marionette face to hide my hurt;
          like a ventriloquist I manage to speak the right words,
     but of course it is an act and not from my heart;
my soul is aching and I am in agony and misery.

               At night I become a figurine of my former me,
a beautiful statue with no spirit, or heart, cold to the world;
         like a ventriloquist my soul speaks of my loss
     and tears fall from my beautiful eyes invisible to all;
my pain is boundless-   it must be cloaked and veiled.

                Since your death I have become sorrow controlled,
I loved you and now my grief is that love with nowhere to go;
        like a ventriloquist my voice is meaningless words,
    I wear my mask well, no one knows how pitiful I really am;
and I let the strings take me-    and I am just as dead.

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June 20, 2018


Poetry/Verse/Grief is Love With Nowhere To Go
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1033-467-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Ventriloquist
sponsor, Anthony Slausen 

Third Place

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