Marionettes
Demons have fallen, Angels have cried
the Earth is spinning, death is alive
Blood drips always and makes flowers bend
They lose their petals, to the ground they descend
Hope is cherished by the poor and down trodden
Bones we dig up from ancestors we've forgotten
Life seems a passing world to remember
Until it's gone to leave a memory's ember
The mind creates illusions that never remain
We all play the joker on the stage of disdain
We yearn for beauty in spaces we fill
Yet pile our garbage among the daffodils
The water we drink a chemical dump
We stuff our mouths so every body's plump
We seek amusement and its driving force
To be entertained, bet some money of course
Life moves rather quickly, lest we forget
We're nothing more than rooms filled with marionettes
2/11/17
contest Theatre of the Absurd
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
