Poetry Drawer: Soulless Puppet by Elaine Snelson

puppet

Dance to the tune of a satanic fiddle,

Sinew and tendon plucked with pleasured zeal.

Mimic the motions of a soulless puppet.

Temperate, obliging, self assured.

That to be of use

is to exist…to be real.

 

Turn your cheek against the blindingly obvious.

Protect a fractured sense of worth.

Feeling totally insignificant

against the seductive mask of sincerity.

Crushed, defenceless and hurt.

 

 

 

 

 

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