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