Puppet Master Poem by Frank Acquafredda

With each new day that passes by
Always makes me want to cry.
Staring up to my puppet master
Who's living high up in the sky.

Strings connecting my arms and legs,
From black clouds they dangle down.
Throughout my life you have been,
Pulling my whole world around.

So here I beg you puppet master
I think it's time you cut me loose,
Or maybe we can work together
And then possibly can make a truce.

Pull together this lifeless body
Move those strings that make me walk,
And bring my body close to yours
And find someplace so we can talk.

Lets strike a deal won't you please,
So this puppet can have a soul.
So here I beg for my separation
To live my life beyond control.

Now here I lay this tangled mess
Always wound so very tight,
With no more strength left inside
To raise these hands so I can fight.

With each new day that passes by
I know my end is closing faster,
So won't you please cut this rope
I plea to you my puppet master.