Piper Banks

Puppet - Poem by Piper Banks

Strain on my throat
On my chest
In my eyes
Blood pumps through my veins
Warm and fast
I can't breathe
My mouth searches for air
An opening waiting to be filled
Crick in my neck
Tension along my jaw
Dust fills my lungs and settles amongst my bones
I lay in this labyrinth of my mind
The doors to life have closed
My toes curl
I cannot be still
The pain takes over my body
Every muscle in me is no longer under my control
I am a puppet
My limbs are controlled by the strings of fate
Splinters cut through my skin
My heart is rotted wood
I cannot move

Topic(s) of this poem: pain

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014

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