Cabaline xxx

Rookie - 0 Points (30-06-1994)

The Puppet - Poem by Cabaline xxx

A girl lived her whole life.
Forever held, on puppet strings.

They bound her hands,
so tightly, and wrapped round her legs.

No movement she made,
was voluntary, she was never in control.

She was controlled by others,
at their mercy, doing whatever they asked.

The world around her was noisy,
deafening- with people asking for favours.

She could hear these voices,
even in the silence, that never really was.

She never uttered a complaint,
she was silent, about these endless duties.

When she locked herself up,
those tender tears, were seen by her mirror only.

But no matter what she did, she never,
could lock herself away from the strings

Until one day the word grew silent.
She closed her eyes and sighed,

*and then, she was gone.



*NB, alternate ending (last line) : -

The strings fell, and she was free.


You as a reader can decide which ending to choose!


Comments about The Puppet by Cabaline xxx

  • (2/22/2010 2:42:00 PM)


    deep, very deep... i enjoyed reading this, such poems tend to set free my mind into a world of unreached thought, a rare feat. do keep writing...10, =] (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2010



[Report Error]