Unleashed Puppet: Strung Out of Chains

No longer your puppet of regret Claustrophobic in this crowd All over town, it’s getting loud You want to bet? I’m not really upset No, Not just yet…yeah, not yet Snip off the ropes that tie me up so good…you understood where I stood So… Cut the strings of any regret Unravel the noose of never giving up, even if you’re very misunderstood Just.. Go. Hung… Low! Released… Like rope dust Conceived… Woe. Sung… Must Be so. Sung my best…hardest Yes and no.. life's a test Need…more or less… Of a puppet-strung mess But, I am disconsolate clouds, Collapsing aqua-clear shrouds You left me hanging a delicate string… Your neglectful ways, a bitter bee sting You tried to… Deliberately affect me quite wholeheartedly What you do… Hurts, but not for long, somewhat possibly… Hoped to be string-free From this rope remedy It ensnares me rapidly No where to flee Serpentine, Clementine, Vermillion…reptilian… Torn-up times a trillion Waved a farewell to being a minion A zipper, revealing the vain villain… Behind the hero, evil and nude, Zero in on bittersweet solitude Voice out your inner interlude… We all have those particular… Cherished, yet embarrassing moments of – things below or above – Endless poetry and prose, peculiar Yet, it deserves to be treated with wrapping paper and strings of love… Endless… String… Hugs please A mess… Everything… Need a lift From being below Unleashed… Everybody… At ease Released... Of my anxiety… Here’s a gift To higher your low A push and a lift There's thick kindness to show