How long shall I hang upon the ropes?
Waiting for the puppet master to make the decision.
For I have danced their dances until all flesh
has fallen off of my bones.
Yet as flames of angry fires leap,
they still expect me to dance.
While I await the scissors to cut the ropes.
Better that my bones become dust,
than to continue this hateful dance.
Author notes
My husband has danced around with those suppose to be looking after his best interests in getting an electric wheel chair. He is falling and has hurt himself more than one time, while they think this gadget will help. To me it like being a puppet on a string.
A contest entry
- Not so Delightful Picture Inspired Contest by delightfulmess.
450 points, ended April 3, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Dealing with medical personel that fail to hear you.
Comments
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WOW!! What a great take on the prompt.
Thank you for entering my contest.
Delila
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Soon
I hope this is resolved. Tell Donny hello from me Judy.
Jim
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Powerful!!!
I love the metaphorical imagery here...
So much said in so few words...
So profound, honest & vulnerable...
Another great write you have here...
Well done!!!
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