i see you there feebily spinning
the lust of it all, the prize
lures us into our eventual demise.
just like the puppeteer
using your lines to string us all along.
how could we possibly get by without it?
unknowingly we abide to your trance
until it hits us way too late
we are stuck in your little trap
using us until you get your fill
then discarded like so many times before.
A contest entry
- One Word Prompt #16 by Diminished Capacity.
1200 points, ended November 14, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is so sad, but you wrote very well. Great take on the prompt, thank you so much for entering.
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