Your strings tug at me, <br />directing my every move. <br />Keeping me in-line <br />for fear that I fail in some way. <br /> <br />Caught in an perpetual web <br />powerless to escape. <br />Lost inside this self <br />surrounded by the shadow of you. <br /> <br />Twitching from what you’ll do, <br />cowering from what you’ll say. <br />Knowing I have not the choice <br />feeling empty and alone beneath you. <br /> <br />No sensation from heart or mind, <br />as if made from lifeless material. <br />As you slowly carved my features, <br />giving me shape to your liking. <br /> <br />Life without choice, <br />defeated to follow the masses. <br />All purpose misplaced, <br />lost beneath an overwhelming hand. <br /> <br />Yet I hear of others, <br />those who have broken free. <br />Able to think and feel, <br />choosing their own. <br /> <br />Walking away from bondage, <br />leaving all this behind. <br />Choosing a better life, <br />one without you.<br /><br />Gary Scott Gebert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marionettes-2/
