Controlled Poem by Fiona Unknown

Controlled

Rating: 5.0


Strings hold my limbs
My actions are forced
If a string snaps I fail
Was I destined for amusement?
To be a puppet in someone's game?

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this poem for a poem anthology I was writing at the time.
It expresses how love is almost a puppeteer controlling our mind into being puppets in loves game.
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