A Ventriloquist's Puppet... Poem by bHabiE sHarK

strings, attached to my wrists,
mindless thoughts spins w/ in me...

colorful appendages, strapped to me,
face paints covers up my sobbing tears...

w/ each pull, i dance, sometime's fall,
but the acting goes on...

my feet too was stringed...
every step is consulted by the puppeteer...

my emotions are snatched....
where did it go? ? ?
my self, theft out by my ventriloquist's ghost,

as a puppet i serve him, unwilingly,
many purpose did he ask of me...

but life takes on, w/ no regressions,
I too, wish that my choice had no regressions...