Dance Of The Puppets Poem by Thoughts of a Single Man

The shadows roar the as the puppets dance
merrily in their icy glee
straining against their strings
in an attempt to be free
but the mighty puppet master holds them tight
solemn in his silent delight
as he forces them to twirl
can you see them with their barren gaze
the lost eyes of boys and girls
encased in the vision of women and men
forced to move again
on the stage of an empty life
motions that have no meaning
torn from the mind of the dreaming
when wishes are no longer made
no more coins tossed in the fountain
no flags planted on the mountain top
for the quest has been renounced
and the fires in them doused
as ever day blurs with the next
as those once so defined in their outline
become nothing more that a etching sketch
crumpled in a muddled heap
when the moon rises high
there in the dead of the night
wishing there was something more to this life
than what they have become
so numb they cannot run
waiting for another tug at their limbs
as they apply their withered and fading grins
jerking and twitching
at the end of their multiple ropes
as they commence to dance once again
without the companionship of joy or a friend
to a tune only they can hear
played in the hollow notes
of a puppets serenade

Thoughts of a Single Man 2012 tm