Puppet Strings

by Sam M. Phillips

Writing in a blur,

Cannot defer

Typing these up

Any longer,

No stranger

To work

As I try to jerk

My puppet strings,

Poetry brings

Me both hope and despair,

Of course I care

If I’m read or not,

I know there’s a lot

Here to process,

But they don’t deserve less

Attention each,

I’m trying to teach

Myself and others

To look inside,

There’s a shield that covers

All we’re trying to hide,

Confide in poetry,

There’s nothing to lose,

You can choose

Truth or lies,

Everyone tries

To conceal their true form,

They try to conform

With everyone

Else, I’ve done

The opposite,

So here I sit,

Writing endlessly

To no audience

Except the dead

And the dread

Gods of antiquity.

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