The Marionette's Illusion Poem by Yiling Ding

The whole world's singing
my requiem.
I can see the flowers
touch'd by frozen morning dew
The raindrops
crashing down from all around
me, painting away
all my colors.
I can hear the sirens
the voices
talking, speaking, whispering
All around me I can feel
the overwhelming noise.
But I am a marionette
in an intricate
birdcage. I can sense its bars
moving closer, closer
holding me within its
fascinating illusions
But all I can feel is the hollow
iciness
that moves me, directs me
The cold force controls me and
gives me life.

I am a marionette
existing only in
my sad illusions.