Strings unattached,
I yearn for a free fall,
Freeing my puppeteer
From forgetting to
Hold me high…
In any case,
The threads are fraying
And it’s just a matter
Of time that waits not –
The free fall should come
Before the process gets
As tiresome as fraying.
Scissors I look for,
But the pair I find
Are rusting in your hands,
As you watch me squirm
And choke as I hang
From the loose ends…
Time wears away
But the strings stay,
Only the hearts fray…
Yes, wood can die
That way, too…
Nude expressions
Adorn the non-existent
To tell their stories –
The existent don’t bother
To have any…
~ October 29th, 2013
© Sana Rose 2013
For readers joining the saga , ” The Puppet-5 ” at this stage ,it might prove beneficial to read parts 1 to 4 also.The author’s dedication and commitment in creating this narrative is quite a tour-de-force.
such a nice poem !!!!