Tangled Puppet
don't stress the best ahsn'y gotten here yet
chill your nerves no one should get tense
wound for sound
take a breath release it slowly savoring each gasp of air
my arms are tingling my face now flush
i hear my heart beat in a sudden rush
it's hard it's near
so harsh to bear
why is this coming at me
it's all around me completly inside of me
will it ever be just behind me
i'm holding on
i'm feeling each part of me scattering in different directions
reaching out to grab a piece of anything
to examine to reatin to savor for only a minute
i'm feeling dirty my stomach's weak so alone
can they see my face can they see me chasing myself around like a tangled puppet
a puppet that's loosing it's strings becoming limp and unstable
so what happens when the last string falls
do i stand on two feet or fall to the ground
do i look up so pathetic will
will they laugh or give me a hand
aill i take that hand or try to stand
quick decide i feel it coming
be gone this can be done
i'm shaking by ther knees but yes i'm standing begging please
i get stronger by the minute
Copyright © Marcie Keene | Year Posted 2009
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