He moved me to the corner
I drew upon the wall
and in between the gaping cracks
my soul began to crawl
I stayed within the darkness
without a way to breathe
crumbling like the plaster
still to insecure to leave
completely illustrated
like a child's unskillful hand
a mess of imperfection
by some cheap Crayola brand
fingers bending backwards
to define what I'd become
a puppet on his tainted string
my limbs compliantly numb
I let him have the power
and in silence I retreat
my identities uncovered
as the shadow 'neath his feet.
A contest entry
- Do you have what it takes? by Randomly Beautiful.
500 points, ended April 11, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Yes, dancing on a string is purely a matter of choice for the puppet and this poem illustrtaes that tough gives no way of breaking the bonds.Congratulations on the silver. Well written and presented. I liked the conception of this work too as it is original and not "run of the mill" .
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Oh my gosh!! I have been in that position before and it is soul crushing and oppressive!
This is an amazing poem... fantastic rhyme and flow also!
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Just beautiful. Your poem is brilliantly done with true and intelligent rhyme. Marvelous work as always!!!
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