Marionette... Poem by Nestor David Armas

I need a mirror

Constantly on me,

So I can see

If I'm merely a puppet

On her hand,

Angelic puppeteer,

Or maybe I'll gaze at

Strings leading up

Into a hidden balcony

I; a most loyal marionette,

And she most beautiful

Devilish manipulator, making me

Dance to her tugs

And pulls and yanks,

When did I let this happen?

Am I happy or upset?

Didn't realize when

These steps taken

Were no longer mine,

Ignored sign after sign

Like speed limits on a freeway,

And I'm barrelling fast

No slowing down; into which?

A wall or an off-ramp?

One my demise

The other a scenic road,

Or will this highway

Just finish in midair?

(12/04/2012)