The sixth in ‘The Puppet’ series…
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Our days should have ended
Back then when the strings started
Fraying…
Then there would not be
An unexpected fall in sense;
No tears…
And the break would have been
Easier – tough but still clean;
No loose ends…
The fibres wouldn’t stick out,
The remnants would’ve been none;
No need for shows…
Expectations wouldn’t be heavy,
Like my wooden heart or
Your stealthy hands…
Only the wisps of dusts from the break
And the memorable shows would last,
My puppeteer!
Unkeepable promises wouldn’t be
A matter in the box; all I should do is
Sleep…
May 14th, 2014
© Sana Rose 2014
The saga continues. A worthy example of how poetry is fashioned from our every day lives and the vicissitudes thereof.
Thank you for your wonderful comment on the sixth one too. I was almost afraid the series had stopped but then life has a way of evolving itself, and into poetry too. 🙂
A beautiful write. love your ink