My Puppets.

My friends call my poems ''Haunting'' So yup

Anger Sadness Regret Happiness Lust Vengeance  Envy.. Love?

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.-My puppets

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Let the echoes scream

the pain we endore

Will cover everything

In a shallow lime light

Can you stand with me?

For now Im waiting

Come save me

(This bright light is blinding)

Is this what Im supposed to be?

I dont want to be alone any more

Watch my emotions..

Hit

The

Floor?

Make them rise again for me

Be my

Puppeteer

My feelings dangle on a string

And its all for you...

 

Reviews

[Nathan Durham]

I loved the ending. The whole poem was good overall. I liked the natural rhythm this poem had to it. I can totally relate to this.