Cristopher Taylo

The Marionette - Poem by Cristopher Taylo

With strings attached to thy malicious hands
And a body covered by filthy dust,
Wooden limbs connect by joint
A marionette cries with emotions felt

It sits alone, unable to move
Waiting in a corner
To be used once again...
For someone to be amused by him

If fate permits that he moves again
To obey thy hands, is all he could do
Thru fragile strings which to him is life
Once again he moves, but his will ignored

Treated as a toy for play
Nothing but an object to be used
Moving for another's pleasure
Emotions are nothing for his master

As he moves in front of this large crowd
The audience begins to be amused
Although he could only obey,
To bring 'em joy is enough for him

Thru all the moments of being used
A wooden body has proved to be strong
But his feeble heart is fragile and frail,
So broken and wounded unable to bare

So sad the life of this marionette
One by one his emotions died
Over and over he was being used
By all the abuse, his life now lost

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 3, 2011

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