Enslaved Toy Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

Enslaved Toy, oh cursed fate
A life of misery, a dreadful weight
Trapped in this cycle, a never-ending play
My soul longs to break free, to find a way
Round and round, the music plays
A haunting tune, in an eerie craze
I dance and spin, my strings pulled tight
A puppet on strings, a pitiful sight
My painted smile, a mask of lies
Hiding the tears, the endless cries
For I am but a toy, with no control
A mere object, a pawn to be sold
In the hands of a child, I am their toy
But inside, I am screaming, I am not a joy
Their laughter and joy, my only purpose
But deep inside, I am losing my surface
Day in, day out, I am played and tossed
My limbs stretched, my painted face glossed
My joints ache, my body worn
But still, I am forced to perform
Oh Enslaved Toy, how I envy the birds
The freedom they have, to fly without words
To feel the wind, to soar high
While I am stuck, in this endless lie
I see the world, from my tiny stage
But I am trapped, in this gilded cage
My painted eyes, they cannot see
The beauty beyond this misery
And yet, in the darkness of the night
When all is still, and the stars shine bright
I dream of breaking free, of soaring high
No longer a toy, but a bird in the sky
But as the sun rises, the dream fades away
And once again, I am forced to play
The same old tune, the same old role
A puppet on strings, forever controlled
Oh Enslaved Toy, how I long to be
A real boy, with a soul and a key
To unlock the chains, that bind me tight
And escape this cursed, eternal plight
But until that day, I will dance and spin
With every pull, with every grin
For I am an Enslaved Toy, it is my fate
A never-ending cycle, a dreadful weight


Authorship by: Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©️ Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
®️ Enslaved Toy