Marionette Cries
Stumbling, staggering,
barely managing,
I fell.
Severe, several times,
I continue to
fall.
A marionette bound
by strings
in the fist of time.
Lifeless
with or without strings.
Vacant,
my eyes glaze over.
Limp,
unless time tugs hard.
Painted smile on
fragile wood,
for the audience, I dance.
The lights go off and
the crowds file out,
over time, fade out
the painted smile.
Copyright © Zin Lim | Year Posted 2013
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