Puppet

A Poem by wolfie

Puppet and Puppeteer,

held with the strings of divination,

everything predetermined;

the act of a smile,

the practice of a tear...

False die cast in the shadow of the trickster,

dancing feverishly in rampaging circles,

until the cords limp,

and the puppet is no more.

© 2016 wolfie

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Added on March 8, 2016
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wolfie

TX

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Hello! I love writing poetry, and well writing in general, I also like to play the piano and art. Zombie and musical movies are my favorite. I like sweet and salty things. -wolfie(Stephanie Karen .. more..