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Puppet- A poem about someone who falls to depression in the darkest ways

Updated on April 8, 2013

Title: Puppet

Just a puppet to my strings
Restrained a helpless human being
I pull away; these hopeless strands
That snap with ease each time you reach
Just a toy to lead away
The streams of hate run down my face
Rivers of faith evolved to sanctioned whispers
The best secrets I tell myself; in hope one day they will help

I'm narcotic; every breath I breathe
Feeds addiction; the hate that's me
I'm staring down two holes; true misery
And staring back; the face of me

The voices they whisper; they speak of the end
They claim this a dream; a stream of pretend
But as my dreams drip to the floor
I'm convinced this is much more
And it's too late to change it; too late for a second look

Cause It's now I see

I've lost all that makes me, me.

©Sean Monaghan 12/27/2012


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      Sean 5 years ago from PA

      Good poetry offers the ability to relate it to yourself, and life in general. Thank you very much for the kind words. All falls into the eye of the interpreter.

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      Nancy 5 years ago from California

      From someone who can totally relate to this poem, it hit too close to home for comfort. Yet, we all need a push out of our comfort zone at times. Very good job. Definite thumbs up.

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      Sean 5 years ago from PA

      Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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      Beth100 5 years ago from Canada

      Beautifully written.

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      Sean 5 years ago from PA

      Thank you sir. Funny as I wrote it I changed that particular part and pointed it out to my wife haha

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      Raj Lally Batala 5 years ago from Chicago ,USA

      I'm staring down two holes of true misery

      And staring right back; the reflection of me !! Nice !