Zin Lim Poet Ballad

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.

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