Marionette Poem by dustin kulsziski

I know what you are:

A marionette,

connected by threads,

like chains that bind you.

This pain that youve wrought,

In case you forgot,

Let me remind you.

That you;

The apple of my eye,

Have become the eye of the storm,

and with a broken life,

Ive been here before;

I needed your embrace,

to give me strength,

to win this war.

Now teardrops bleed acid trails

that trickle down your cheek,

as you left me on this bed of nails,

shivering cold and weak.

trying to remove this tourniquette,

youve wrapped around my throat,

my sanity is a melody,

wavering its final note.

sweet seconds of serenity; wasted!

you replaced it

with grief.

If you and I were meant to be,

then whyd you have to leave?

A slave to the strings

of a marionette?

spitting venom

the second

my breath

left

your neck.

am i surprised,

that dawn skies

wove lies

behind your eyes?

No.

Instead i sit inside the thoughts,

casting shadows on my wall,

their whispers echo in the silence

as the ashes start to fall.

and the dust begins to clear,

I can see the puppeteer,

hes drowning in my hatred,

for burying you in fear.

for pulling the strings,

used to seduce,

for twisting the truth

into a noose.

So i strike a match,

to match this rage,

and i dropp the match,

ontop this page.

i watch it catch,

i watch it blaze,

i watch it burn

for days and days.

it dries your tears,

it numbs my pain,

burning my soul,

as it whithers away,

like dying embers,

when i remember,

to never

look back

at a broken

marionette.