Paul Latham

Me And Us All. - Poem by Paul Latham

A bad night sleep, I did have.
I dreamt of nothing, for I was sad.
The world was spinning and my head was sore,
Confusion bundled through my door.
For who am I, I asked myself,
Just a puppet under a spell.
I cried a bit and then did see,
That under the puppet, it was just me.

Comments about Me And Us All. by Paul Latham

  • Rookie Paul Latham (1/22/2008 6:57:00 AM)

    You've summed this up brilliantly, Im trying to communicate the fact were all controlled in some way and that sometimes we loose sight of who we are because life tends to make people puppets if they loose sight of themselves, which in western society today is easy to do. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie John Nightingale (1/22/2008 6:53:00 AM)

    I like the thoughts this provoke. Got images of Pinnochio as a puppet with all movements controlled. This is just like a dream where you feel powerless and trapped. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2008

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