Marionette Poem by Jessica Paige Davies

Marionette



Tis a morning day,
Breath white mist,
Frost the colour of gray.

Tis midday,
The sun black,
Rays gleaming gray.

Tis nighttime,
Stars a shining,
Moon like a dime.

Repeat. Repeat.
Routine turning,
Not a soul to greet.

Repeat. Repeat.
Ever to repeat.
A Marionette never to meet.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life,sad
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