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
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2018
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