Stringless Lost Puppet Poem by Jennifer Ottinger

Stringless Lost Puppet



Never being able to speak,
Yet always able to weep.
With so many tears,
And unspoken fears.

My lips all but motionless,
Body growing in tiredness.
No one stopped to listen,
When I became very stricken.

Walking into things,
Breaking more strings.
I have become broken and alone,
My last acts shot down.

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